Standing there, staring at me
Her hand in mine as I go through life
She remains my shadow to others
But behind closed doors.
Her true form emerges,
Dementor like
With talons for nails.
Toying with me, torturing me
I become her doll.
The days where I don't try to avoid her
She wraps her hands around my neck
Suffocating me, talons digging into my skin.
She consumes my soul, my life
The pain she gives me makes me feel...
Alive...
Human.
