Saturday night, I'm alone again <br />I woke up an old habit <br />I brought back an old friend <br />My wrist bleeds as I grab it <br />If I smile <br />It's only from pain <br />Don't fix me, I'm not broken <br />Don't judge me, I'm not crazy <br />I am depressed <br />I'm haunted by it <br />When it comes around <br />I bleed, I cry, I suffer <br />Then it's back to normal <br />I wish I was sleeping <br />So that I might never wake <br />So I wouldn't be haunted <br />Even in my sleep <br />I would run away <br />from things I never wanted <br />In life or death, my soul will be haunted.<br /><br />Victor Osorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunted-3/
