Every day it reaches for my throat,
Slowly dragging its claws down my neck,
Past my shoulders,
On purpose, it digs its nails in between my ribs,
Scratches are sure to scar-mark my hips so that the bruises are not alone,
The claws lovingly caress my long legs till they get to the bottom of my feet,
Tears threaten to pour down my cheeks as the nails sink into its arches.
Suddenly just as I think it’s over,
It starts back up once again.
She’s always there for me,
When it comes back with its claws
She holds me as I cry
And when I tell her that I’m not worth it,
To live on without me,
To live as she wants,
She glares before slamming her head on to mine.
A best friend is someone who believes in you,
When you cease to believe in yourself.
As a child,
She and my father were my sanctuary,
After my father was murdered by its claws
I met my team of fighters.
My best friends,
I never forgot what I learnt from my father,
I shalt not forget his voice.
He is my father, who raised me,
So that I could face the hardships that are to come.
‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’
HE always told me that
But what I don’t understand,
Are my hardships, making me stronger?
Or are they really,
Killing me?
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