An Open Letter to My OCD

I wish I could outgrow you Like the way I got too old for security And promises And "it'll be okay right?" I wish I could believe In something more than a pill bottle And rituals that are empty as The words "I'm okay" I wish I could rely on dreams But they are fragile And I feel fragile I feel so hopeless Like a train of guilt is running through me Stopping at every organ Till I'm breaking No man was meant To endure this mind I don't know if I even can I want to I promised to God But God If i can make promises to you Why can you not keep yours .....it'll be okay right?