The thoughts come back

like sweet old friends

whispering secrets to me.

The idea dances on my mind

sings to me,

tempts me

Now it guides me,

shows me exactly what to do

It’s screaming now

laughing at me,

taunting me

It stings,

bleeds,

the relief is immediate

then guilt comes.

My friends are gone now

not there to talk me through this.