Bed Therapy In the Dark

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.