Haunted
I lie awake in bed
It's past midnight
My brain peels open memories
Memories of what I said 5 years ago
I try to block it, but it's out of control.
I think about my life.
How some family members
Casted me away like a used rag doll.
How would I have turned out if I kept my mouth shut during an argument?
These memories come to haunt,
Come to tease and taunt.
The scars run deep
My monsters broke out
And run wildly around.
I struggle to make peace
As past occurrences reappear in my present.
No matter how fast I run,
Where I duck and dive
My past will creep up on me.
It keeps haunting me
And keeps me away from making peace.
To let bygones be bygones.
But...
Right now it's just me and
My lost hopes and
A past me that haunts me as my reflection.
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Thorns of Life
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