You know what the worst part of screwing up is?
The memories.
Every single time you see someone... you remember
Every time someone says a certain word or phrase...you remember
Every time you close your eyes at 11pm...you remember
That's just how the mind works
It makes you relive every stupid thing you've done up until that moment
It haunts you with "what if..."
You want to take it back but you can't
The mind is such a cruel master
We have no control over our memories
We are slaves to ourselves and only we can free ourselves
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesíaJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
