Shara B. Allen

Embrace me, Love.

For it seems you’re dying to get away.

Feel invincible, darling.

In your hypomania is where thee would rather stay.

You will allow me to become severe.

Doesn’t it feel so good?

Whether a smile or a frown, I’ll be with you always.

Flush those pills down the toilet and let go of your fears.

For I’m your true addiction.

When you only want to stifle tasting your tears.

Get rid of me, love.

Your