Memories I’ve suppressed for years are creeping up again
No wonder I’m like this
Sometimes I feel I won’t be missed
Do I want to be?

I do often wonder what would happen if
Today was the end
If tomorrow never came
If yesterday was a distant memory
I question if
What I'm experiencing will mean something someday
For now I'll stay curious and wait for my questions to be answered
In hopes for some form of clarity

Rotting away in this prison cell
Can't escape my personal hell
I don't feel I'll ever leave
Can't remember when I entered
Who is this face looking back at me?
It doesn't seem to know either

Trying to explain the feeling
Is a waste of breath
It could be my last one
I sometimes wish it was