Alone

Alone

This has happened before, fighting on my own.

Self-hatred and sadness, thin marks, and bruised bone.

The urges still haunt me, I see red and relief 

The pain still controls me, that old friend, a thief.

Stealing my sanity, my strength, my progress

My brush needs a canvas ,I'll gently  caress 

I have missed you, master,  the love you have shown.

Convincing and charming, making me feel alone.

Belle Rose