Every Time

It seems like every time you escape from it,

The trauma,

The choking,

The torture,

The time when you think the infection has finally been sucked out of your system,

It comes back to you,

It crawls back onto your skin,

Tickling its slight hairs,

It digs into your cells,

And again becomes incurable

It returns to break your heart,

And makes you cry,

It makes you feel hopeless again,

It makes you feel worthless again,

Every time you think it’s getting better,

It comes back to haunt you,

It comes back to ruin you,

It comes back to make you feel like crap all the time

Every time you wonder whether it’s ever gonna change,

It softly whispers in your ear:

No way

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