Today it hurts
My mental illness tries to own me
The anxiety throws me into the undertow
The depression drags me under
I worry if Sir will see me struggling and pull me out
Will He notice or will I quietly slip away
Then He takes my hand
He grabs my collar
He looks into my eyes
He says, “come back to me”
I remember who owns me
And the hurt is eased
Practical submissive 
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