My dark passenger, along for the ride,
By its bidding I must abide.
Pulling the strings, he’s my puppeteer,
Pushing away all who come near.
“All who care must go away,
It’s important if you want me to stay.”
It has clung and other times strung me along,
Squeezed me until I’m fully wrung,
Only thing it won’t do is have me hung.
“Do remember, my weakened vessel,
No matter how hard you wrestle,
I’m inside your head.
I’m along for the ride.
The lows,
The highs,
And we’re in this together,
So if one of us die-“
It knows I know
If it goes,
So do I.