Tangles of the Mind

restarting

counting down the seconds, the world's own restart button, clearing the slate for the next revolution around the sun.

they say there's so much to be thrown into a box of memories, a box soon one will forget.

although, there's a part of me that doesn't want to move on; i'm afraid of change, afraid of the unknown.

i guess i should face my demons, come to terms with the consequences of my fuck-ups. 

it pains to know of the abuse to this shell occupied by a broken girl, both caused by myself and others.

but alas, i shall push away my demons, temporarily silencing the beasts; selling my body for the price of a penny, weak and available for the taking.

take a sip of the Devil's poison, wishing my future regrets to be forgotten;

much like i am to those around me, i'm but another faded photograph in a box of the past.