Still

I thought you're already dead gone, washed away and vanished but I was wrong. Truth is, you stay here and the worse part you decided to live, here. I already gave out my all, nothing left of me anymore. I have no idea what you're always craving for, but you kept eating my brain out and leave me into the pit of darkness. I'm drained.
I thought I can be simply happy, nothing could ever mentally burden me. It's started getting familiar about these kind of feelings where you'd successfully whisper in my ear nonsense things, yet deadly. I can't even tell how it sounded, but it was terribly bad.

I don't know how you'd easily crawl into my mind, but that's not the problem. The thing is you live there like it was actually your home, made for you. And in a matter of fact, yes, you're made to destroy me, it was just how I build my wall to never let you in. I know I was late.

Did I've done something wrong until I deserve these kind of pain? The pain that I was sure would leave ugly marks after it abandon me. The pain where it drain your lunges unless you'd breath in only poisonous smoke, pain where it'd locked your ears unless you'll only heard their deadly whisper, and leave your eyes in a sightless state, blind.

Nothing words left of me, where I can describe your cruel self comprehensively. But I do feel you inside me, whether to destroy or torture me. I know you'd end up killing me.