15 January 2013
Hidden under layers of clothing, my scars stand out only to me.
I can feel them itching their way into my dreams at night.
They rupture fresh and shatter my hopes but I can't hold on any longer.
I cling to the broken cliffs of my mind, finding my way along the ledges.
For a while I feel safe and okay, I am relieved.
But one solitary slip and I am tumbling down into the crevasse.
Relapse • Opuss № I