jzeb2008

I'm mourning the way things used to be.
The person you once were.
Before the demon took control.
You used to laugh. You used to smile.
You used to love. You used to cry.
You once showed emotions like others.
Emotions for others.
We had a life. We had a family. We had it all.
But, one day, you crossed over.
Over from the person I knew so well into someone I don't know at all.
How much someone can change, when the demon steps in.
And takes over.

Ann

So true, jzeb, it's like drugs steal their soul.

Your poem touched my heart.

Hugs

frostedolive

Beautiful. And so very very true. Their souls are stolen.
Sending love and healing thoughts your way.