When OCD enters your life, it is like having an unwelcome visitor in your brain. My visitor stole so much from me. I needed her to die because I wanted to live!
Goodbye My Frienemy
Sometimes in life we lose a friend
Or maybe lose a foe,
But either way you feel the loss
So sad to see them go.
I recently have gone through this
We were together long,
Can’t say I’m sad to see her die
In life she did me wrong.
I knew her since my dad got sick
She crept into my space,
She caused me grief right from the start
And made my home her place.
At first it really was not bad
I could keep her at bay,
But slowly she grew powerful
And stole my life away.
She would not let me do the things
I knew I had to do,
She made me do all kinds of stuff
That would seem strange to you.
This lasted for so many years
Ashamed to say how long,
But I would die if she lived on
Her death would not be wrong.
I knew I had to get some help
To rid me of this she,
I could not do it all alone
She had control of me.
I went and found the needed help
To kill and take the win,
It was not easy, but she’s gone
My life can now begin.
I finally control my life
She has no say in me,
God gave me strength to help myself
And kill my ocd.
© Copyright 2012 Amy Comstock
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