I became a different person
I tried to at least
I tried to bury my past
But sometimes glimpses of it catch up to me and fuck up my mental state
My brain has a smart way or should I say manipulative way to forget what a horrible person I was
And the things I've done.
Karma is a bitch even if you ask for forgiveness and try to change who you are,
Karma has a way of biting you in the fucking ass eventually. though not instantly doesn't mean it's forgotten.
I forgot who I was because it's easier to push that dark side of me away and bury it six feet under.
I'm scared of me,
I'm scared of who I used to be.
I'm scared of my own shadow following me everywhere
A little voice inside me whispering and breathing down my neck
Telling me that person I buried long ago is still living inside me.
I buried her
burned her to ashes and threw her remains in the fucking ocean.
But still
She's here
With me
Walking next to me
Waking up within me
Taking control
Then I wonder why stupid bullshit happens to me.
I'm not forgiven...
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
