The past is never the past

Every time I think I heal I see another wound slowly appear 
A wound caused by god knows what,
A lie, a rumor, a comment, a blow to the chest. 
But in the end does it really matter what caused it when your stuck trying to live with it. 
And for the ones who don’t know how hard it is ,
they can never fully understand how hard it is sometimes 
to keep the trigger away from the light and hide it away, out of sight
“Out of sight out of mind” they say
God are they wrong 
When it’s out of sight it only reinforces the need to see it 
And once you see it it’s all you can think about. 
The thoughts consume you and invade you until you are a shell of who you were. 
Exactly like the empty shell of a bullet that’s been left on the ground of a crime scene. 
A crime scene,
Is that what you want to be remembered as?
A CRIME SCENE,
YOUR CRIME SCENE,

The place where you could no longer last,

so you gave up.
is that really you?

Reviews

[zainul]

Excellent write on past experience.