Memories are the death of us

"These are the things I no longer wish to remember. The memories have become too much. I don't want to be forced to relive it every time I close my eyes, as I have to do now. I wish to be taken where I no longer have to fight for my sanity. Where people don't look at me with utter disgust. Where I can be free of everything in this world. Free of myself. For I am killing myself slowly. My memories destroying me like fire. Burning me inside and out. Causing scars that will never heal. Slowly burning away my original self and leaving this distorted funhouse mirroring image of who I have become. So if I don't remember, life will be better.

Won't it?

Of course it will.

Yes.

Better.

Things...wi-will...-be-"