Tumultuous memories
clawing at my body,
scurrying around in my mind.
Like ants, slowly devouring my brain.
Eating away at my being while
burning my thought process.
Hurtful, broken recollections
invading my thoughts.
There’s this chain tied to me,
a chain of broken memories.
Memories of love and hate,
ones that I can never replace.
Broken, harsh, living in my dreams
Get out of my mind
You are killing me
with memories I ache to destroy.
They twirl in front of me
repeating, repeating.
These painful broken memories
will forever be tied to me.
What is the point
of living in the past?
Come back, come back to me.
Don’t destroy the present
I need to be me, just me.
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