11-2-15 2 days clean
The shadows scream at me.

I might go insane without you here..

The mirrors started talking back.

I need your touch like it's fucking oxygen.

The voices got louder,
The ghosts in my head started to haunt me again.

It looks like my poetry is about you

But, love, it's just you

It's always been you.

-(m.m)

Does this make sense?