The ghosts of my past do not let me rest,
eternally tormenting me--
they thirst for something I cannot give.
They play their memories in my mind,
whispering taunts and jeers
ever-constant in their game.
All the stupid things I've
done,
said,
thought,
it all consumes my thoughts to the point of insanity.
My body cannot contain the shame and humiliation--
it overwhelms me.
I should just die
that'd be easier.
The ghosts laugh--
cackle, even--
for they have won in their sick game,
as they always do.
These ghostly reminders will drive me mad
I cannot stand their
whispers,
jeers,
taunts.
It's all too much.
Has it, perhaps, already taken my sanity away?
I am no longer sure--
so much doubt.
I am caught in their eternal torture game
for ghosts never rest.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
