If words were enough,
My state would seem clear.
If my feelings were shallow,
Shouldn't it slowly disappear?
Memories are hidden,
Flashbacks seem surreal.
I only I could bury them again,
Would it reduce the appeal?
Every time I hear the name,
My heart acts strange.
I hope I recover,
Before turning deranged.
It's not gonna go away,
This disease of mine.
If I could erase the past,
That should make it fine.
I recall the past incidents,
It makes me feel peaceful.
It's effects are like a drug,
which turns eventually harmful.
I close my eyes,
Escaping the situation.
I feel the only escape,
is the act of retribution.
I now realise,
All I required was patience.
I look forward to achieve,
A life full of balance.
