Confessions of a suicidal survivor

I breathe you in
Your darkened soul
Your entrancing embrace

I breathe you out
Your enlightened ideals
Your enabling desires

I breathe you every day
Your thoughts
Your desires

I curse you every day
Your humiliation
Your degredation

I know you are present inside me
I know you want my mind
I know you wish you took me
I know you wish you had forgiven my failures

And yet, every day I think of you, your darkness, your sinister motives, your neediness to consume me

And the one thing you don't know....I am still here.