Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Post Traumatic Dreams

I wish I had the words tonight for the ghosts of my past.
Mostly, I just have pain.
And volumes to say to the people on whose deaf ears I need to say it all to the most.

It's the most frustrating thing in the world when you are happy and you still have these...moments.
Moments where you second guess yourself because of a few sociopathic encounters.

I can't feel close to people the way I used to.
If anything, I'd rather not be close to anyone.

My head is being blasted from the inside out with confusing feelings.
Tonight's not the night for it.
But no night ever is.

Fuck you, John.
Fuck you, Lily.

How dare your memories make me regret being a human.

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