OCD

Stuck in a constant battle
Conscience and all
Fighting the world
With time together twirled
Hope of some healing
Before overcome with the aching
Little pieces of comfort
For a while hides the hurt
Heart mends and heart breaks
There are ups and there are downs
Seeping out is to much pain
More and more harder to contain
A fixed kept act
Never once far from exact
Something is done more than twice
Until almost precise
Hold onto hope and stay onto the strong

 

megans,  july 6, 201o