State of mind

It suffocates my soul

wrapping it in fear and self hatred

It’s the unwelcomed guest that creeps up on me when I lay awake in bed

quarter after two.

It’s the shodaow of memories

that follows me through life

casting sorrow over my soul

fear, regrets and guilt

are wrapped up in your own self hatred

so carefully tucked away under my heart

the memories I cannot get rid of

no matter how many times I shake my head

the flash of images through my mind

that make me squeeze my eyes shut

hoping I can make them disappear

hell is the place we all sometimes call home

memories...