I will find you
I don't suppose one is fully aware, how much of a battle it is to not,
until you find yourself back in an all-too familiar place,
and it feels like you never left it.
Like you're 12, 13 again, and everything's careening out of control.
But you hold tight to yourself and believe that at least, at least,
in one aspect, you're in control and you're still able to cling on to your sanity.
Even if it hurts, even when you hate yourself.
Even when you're half turned away from the mirror and the tiniest, tiniest bit of you thinks,
"I, I- shouldn't do this."
If it takes a thousand years