I know the pain

Of losing someone close.

 

I know the pain

Of losing a family.

 

I know the pain

Of losing faith.

 

My pain has a name.

She comes in four.

 

Secretive.

Abusive.

Manic.

Depressive.

 

They all have names.

 

Andy.

Ashley.

Serenity.

Drizzle.

 

He builds walls

To save me.

 

She screams

To make me heard.

 

She laughs

To keep the questions away.

 

She cries

To give me relief.

 

I've lived with them

For years now.

 

I've grown used to them,

But I've also grown tired.

 

My mind is a wasteland

And a testing lab for their games.

 

I've accepted it.

 

I'll never be the same.