Another breakdown.
Another panic attack.
Another moment of weakness.
Another moment of dread.
Another moment of strangers staring.
Another moment of faces surrounding me.
Another moment of blackness.
Another moment of self loathing.
A moment of rememberence.
Of what set it all off.
Your hideous face.
The horrid ways you treated me.
The way you twisted my heart.
The way you ******** up my life.
The battle wounds you left me with.
The shattered life I held together.
Someone how it fight when you were here.
Now I go back into another moment.
Life is made of moments.
I've lost too many to keep this up.
You're just another bad memory.
So why can't I shake any of you?
Another panic attack.
Another moment of weakness.
Another moment of dread.
Another moment of strangers staring.
Another moment of faces surrounding me.
Another moment of blackness.
Another moment of self loathing.
A moment of rememberence.
Of what set it all off.
Your hideous face.
The horrid ways you treated me.
The way you twisted my heart.
The way you ******** up my life.
The battle wounds you left me with.
The shattered life I held together.
Someone how it fight when you were here.
Now I go back into another moment.
Life is made of moments.
I've lost too many to keep this up.
You're just another bad memory.
So why can't I shake any of you?
