Nostalgia is a joke,
I saw it burn and watched the smoke.
My past is a cancer spreading inside me,
Denial might earn some type of serenity.

I chip away at pencils and pluck through guitar strings,
I can hope my future brings me further from these things.
Faith feels empty,  
"Do not be afraid." is unfathomable to me.

The past always feels like yesterday,
My brain is a broken clock on a time delay.
My amygdala is still a child,
Stuck in the days that can't be reconciled.