Time passes yet the memories of all the mistakes we make grow stronger.
For some escape comes in a bottle, others at the end of a needle.
Some escape into the arms of blurred faces, hiding in their shadows to escape the memory of the ones they have lost.
But what do you do when you cannot find an escape? when your mind refuses to give you the solace of a clouded mind.
When the errors of your life swirl like a maelstrom smashing into the side of your skull.
SCREAMING…oh so loudly..for you to pay attention. LOOK AT ME they say.
I am jealous of those who are able to just drown out their sorrows.
Why do we do things that we know will take away what we love?
I wish I knew…oh I ache for the answer to that question.
I ache for the answer to why I destroy everything good that I find in my life.
I cannot escape these memories, And I do not deserve too.
One step forward, three steps back, I drag myself forward working towards the day when the memories clammering for attention in my mind are those of happiness.