Coming Back to me
by: trista groulx

She comes creeping back when I'm alone
Quiet, so to sneak up on me
Wanting to see me weak, to see me cry
I try so hard to run away
Knowing the end result
She gets me every time
She knows exactly how and where
Alone, I sit, she comes
Tells me it is not fine
Tells me that it hurts live, to breathe
I have to fight, I need to
But sometimes the pain is just too real
Sometimes I cannot keep it all away
So I begin to slip, and fall, and cry
No one can save me now
Nothing can help me now
She was able to sneak up on me again
She knows the power she yields
She knows how to make me cry