It brings

I see it, I hear it, I feel it,
but I want nothing to do with it.
Again, again, I'm being put through it,
it's immortalized behind my eyes.
Painful it still makes me freeze to cry,
moments come I want the end, to die.
Silence the noises memories they bring,
the pain it shoots, it ricochets, it rings.
This burrowing bug it crawls then stings.
The poison flows stiffness to the chest,
this, it puts me on the edges failing crest.
Often I succumb suddenly to its mental test,
retreat to the safest of alone spots.
Think of things to drudge out what rots,
this, this is what it brings to thought.
This thing I go through,
the images my mind views,
the damage noises do.
When it comes into sight,
when it drowns the daylight,
when it's my mind it fights.
These, these things,
this is what it brings.