It's the thoughts and memories you push to the back of your mind. The ones you never want to remember. The ones that when you do think about them, they eat you alive. Engulfing you in regret. Pain circulating through your veins. Feels like your drowning. You've tried so hard to forget and erase, that you can't tell if they are real or made up. It's scary. Were you always this messed up? When did this begin? Why? Why do we stay up at night fighting tears? Running from our demons and dark fears You talk to NOONE and ask no questions. Your own silence is deafening! Slowly earlier no you alive. It stays from the inside and makes its way out. Through cuts and gashes. Burns and bruises. You're killing yourself slowly. Why? Why don't you just end it faster and less painful?
