Blood sucking, flesh opening, draining my life force, invading my space…
And you don’t even know you do it.
And I don’t know how you do it.
You leave me scarred and scabbed and wanting for things I cannot possess, states I cannot be in, till my mind is engulfed with a fiery rage and I am weary with your feeding.
Hours of the day I spend, trying to rid myself of your venomous actions, my memories a safeguard for what the situation has become.
It’s not enough.
This feeling of anxiety has been washed clean of my body, but I know it’s only hours till you’re digging your way back under my skin.
You’re just a parasite.