go get your knife
So content. So thankful. So happy.
Yet so filled with sadness, hypocrisy, guilt.
Still so weak, torn, thrown to the ground.
Why is my past still haunting me?
Why do I wake up crying and drenched in my own sweat from a nightmare of a past time?
I should be able to block it all out.
Stop the voices.
Stop the images.
Stop the videos that play over and over.
I cry to cover the screams.
Yet so filled with sadness, hypocrisy, guilt.
Still so weak, torn, thrown to the ground.
Why is my past still haunting me?
Why do I wake up crying and drenched in my own sweat from a nightmare of a past time?
I should be able to block it all out.
Stop the voices.
Stop the images.
Stop the videos that play over and over.
I cry to cover the screams.