12/26/2017
I miss the illness;
the sleepless nights.
The dreadful fears;
the endless fights.
O'ercome by drowsy
aches and sadness.
Complimented by
manic madness.
Shaking in terror
but no clue why.
Holding my breath
no room for a sigh.
The days were hellish,
long and gray.
Yet I yearn
for one more day.
Why do I wish
to be that way?
When all it brought
was hurt and pain.
Does longing for more
make me insane?