I don't want them anymore.

They make everything worse.

They ruin everything.

Anger, sadness, pain

My three enemies who always find their way in.

They take everything down to Hell,

sneaking up on me as soon as I start to breathe normally.

Taking control of my thoughts and actions,

stealing my smiles and happiness.

Latching on to my mind and heart like leeches

searching for their easiest host.

Every day I wish I was stronger.

Stronger against their destruction of my life.

Able to control my own mind and feelings.

Able to stop the tears that won't stop falling.

That's where all the gallons of water I drink goes and

I can't stop them.

Don't know how. 


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