Roll the Dice:

There's an empty grave within my brain where my demons play. This is where I lay the bones of yesterday. Mental illness enters quicker than a bullet. Living with a narcissist, they take the truth and twist it. Twist it like a knife in the back. They crinkle the pages then they try to smooth it. Give them back! They burn your bridge long before you get to it. Questioning reality they make you do it. Take a chance and roll the dice. Roll them twice! Before their life is over they will pay the price. Cursed and bitter with a core of icy stone. Unending needs denied, left to starve alone. Left to suffer in yet another broken home.