Her

She got inside my brain and stole my words, so shameless that she didn’t even hide it. She was so fake and everything she did, was simply to attract attention.

I felt like in a dream, like in a nightmare.

And then it dragged me down. 

Something powerful and disgusting robbed me of my high spirit. It penetrated inside and dissolved who I was, watering me down, taking the best out of me. Leaving a black hole that doesn’t deserve to be spoken about. Sucking my freedom. Taking control, manipulating.

And then she disappeared.

Her gentle monster left me,

the black hole got healed,

and I returned to being no one.