• I'm sick of the way i think
    the past that creeps up behind me like
    fragments from a bullet piercing through the back of
    my mind
    I try to live through it
    shun it
    but...
    It comes back like a disease
    making me go through a rapid depression
    it KILLS me i can't let it go...

    I try an try an try but I fall back in.
    It's just me v.s. the past I wish I could've prevented
    yet
    I whine in my mind shedding tears in dark
    corners
    realizing that no one can actually "help" me because i have
    many faces to fool them.....
    which makes it worse
    but..
    i dont want to seem weak
    just my conscience trapped between cold bars
    which I wait for it
    but it never returns.... back to reality