I can't think
I can't breathe
I'm trapped in a space
Of timeless memories
There's a smack here
A kick there
A blade here
A pill there
I can't feel
So I make myself feel
I try to find that pain
And I pay in scars
My father is sitting next to me
But the only thing I
Can think of is how
He used to hit me
And the voices fill my head,
A drowning sound,
Demanding me
Dead
I hear the jokes,
"Go kill yourself"
And the words,
"Abuse"
And when a girl punched another,
I started shaking and never stopped.
I saw my past and wished
Every moment was my last
I cried my eyes red,
But look,
Hey,
"You're leaving on Tuesday"
And it'll all be over soon
I'll feel normal again too
I'll laugh with my friends
And hope my life never ends
My memories seem to invade
And block my lungs from air
And I try to escape,
But life's just not fair
So, I tried to kill myself,
So many times,
All because my memories
Are how I'm defined.
- Author: Madds (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 2nd, 2024 23:32
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 8
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