These thoughts creep up like a silent killer,
Draging me down with all their negativity.
My memories are like a nightmare,
And I just can’t seem to wake myself up.
The more I try to avoid these thoughts,
The more I try to resist these memories,
I can’t escape them,
But I am not strong enought yet to face them.
They weight me down,
Like cement drying on my soul,
Proding and poking at my heart,
Til I can bear it no longer.
But day after day,
I know ill be okay.
They are apart of me always,
Still to this very day.
These are my memories,
And they are here to stay