Who am I to believe
that I can help others
find their place in the world
when I can’t even
find one of my own?
Who am I to believe
that everyone should dream
and pursue those dreams
when I can’t even
find one of my own?
Who am I to believe
that there is good in the world
and it is a joy to be here
when I can’t even
want to stick around?
This place is toxic.
I’ve been back for just two days
and I want to die.
I wish I was dead.
Isn’t that just terrible?
What have I become?
I’ve become nothing.
I’m just a shell of myself.
How did this happen?
I don’t want to remember,
But I can’t forget
All those awful things you did
That ruined my life.
It pains me to remember,
But I can’t forget.
Panic attacks are common
When thoughts reappear.
It’s burned into my memory
So I can’t forget.
No matter how hard I try,
I can’t change the past.
I try not to remember,
But I can’t forget.
Never will I be at peace.
You have destroyed me.
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