I’m tired of waking up, thinking today could be the day it goes away, and it doesn’t.
I hate it, thinking I’ve made memories and watching them wash away to nothing
All I have left are these flashbacks
I’m sorry
Just like that I realised the past wasn’t missing it was locked
So I tried to sift through the wreckage of the dust left behind,
Of these years that disappear,
But it’s gone.
I met people I wanted to meet, I felt joy at meeting them, I saw concerts I wanted to see and I held on to them as tight as I could
All that’s left is
I learned how to place triggers,
So I’d never forget,
But all I can remember
Is that it won every time.
Lashing out when the pain is bad,
That becomes me to people,
Instead of
What it could have been.
Yet somehow foolish stupid younger old me,
Still would have chosen him over being better.
Any of them.
Anyone.
Anyone?
No one?
Anything?
I’ll do anything to make it better
No I won’t.
If I have to live like this so one person can live their dream and never fail because I’m the failure every time
I beg for forgiveness
It doesn’t change anything.
Out loud I said my fear was of never remembering anything
Every day is a nightmare
And I told them how to make sure it would never end.
Foolish.
Stupid.
You should have just laid back and accepted
We’re beyond saving,
And we can’t save ourself from this disease
Because it doesn’t think and it communicates with the others in silence
In a conversation I will never get ahead of.
They always win
The big three.
They are the only ones who know when it has defeated me again.
Leave a comment