Everywhere i go, he hunts me.

He always hunts me.

Like a beast waiting to catch her prey.

Her meal.

He hunts me in my dreams, in my nightmares.

He always there.

Waiting for my fall,

Waiting for my slip.

Sometimes, just for a second he is letting me go.

But then he misses me again and comes back to hold me with open arms.

Like he never left.

He is the monster,

he is my tears.

 

My depression.

 

– shira