It’s night.

3am to be exact.

I am alone again and desperately withering for peace.

The constant sting to put my pen down and let my thoughts be.

My pillow is cold,

My blankets are hugging my body tighter than usual tonight.

The voice is creeping up on me so quietly.

She is always with me.

Thumping and thumping and now my heart is booming.

She is loud and she is here but, tonight she is screaming.

I only see her figure in the mirror, she is never next to me.

No, she is inside of me.

She looks just like me, our faces are identical but her demeanor is different.

Ugly, cold, angry and alone.

I don’t blame her, I am all she has and quite frankly and frequently she is all I have.

This shadow, she is always here.

She was fading away but now she’s coming back more often.

As soon as my wounds are scratched open again she starts coming back more often, swearing she’ll heal my wounds but knowing me I’d let her bruise them.