As if I don't have enough on me already.
I got memories trying to haunt me,destroy me.
I can't even close my eyes because i got painful images within me.
It seems like relieving all these thoughts are slowly killing me.
Trying to let my thoughts escape to the paper with poetry.
Although even as I write, it seems like I can't write exactly how I feel.
Realizing that these thoughts have caused my brain to brain to run deep.
So deep I think it would take more than a poem to show you how this feels.
I'm worn out from watching my lifetime story playing in my head.
I think I can go to sleep, but not to peace, a nightmare of the past.