never let your fear decide your fate

I wrote this for my creative writing class, it kind of scares me how dark my mind gets.

Cicatrix

Despretely hidden inside,

a darkness that dwells within,

hidden from the world,

a fragmented identity.

Lacking the freedom to escape,

a furtive incubus unknowingly

devours the inhabitating soul

leaving a shell of sanity.

Evidence eloquently written,

across paper-esqe skin.

I hate this feeling, I hate what I’m doing. Why do I feel like this? I haven’t felt like this since High School. Ugh, I thought it’d go away.