I'm feeling so cold.
These wounds are old.
Still seeping blood.
The hate creeping back into my soul.
You dole out brutal lashes.
Destruction lays in masses.
Used to look at you through rose colored glasses.
As with many things, change comes as time passes.
The past I thought I laid to rest.
Has come rushing back in.
Racking my brain to numb the pain.
The same memories come flooding in.
This torment I tried to cast away.
It stayed in the shadows.
Back to rear its destructive head again.
The mere thought of it brings dread.
Fighting to keep these thoughts from my head.
Things I want to forget.
Seep back into my mind.
Rushing back to unsettling times.
People see it in my eyes.
But I say im just fine.
Struggling seeking comfort in the darkness one more time.
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