Vines grow in the corners of my mind,
Dragging memories I left behind.
Thoughts I buried, locked away,
Yet somehow they return each day.
Whether painful, filled with shame,
Or memories I cannot name,
My mind insists they stay alive,
Refusing to let me survive.
They started as little weeds,
Tiny roots and scattered seeds,
But now they’ve grown through all my thoughts,
Twisting through the battles fought.
Choking me
From the
Inside
Out.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 7:08 PM UTC
Vines grow in the corners of my mind,
Dragging memories I left behind.
Thoughts I buried, locked away,
Yet somehow they return each day.
Whether painful, filled with shame,
Or memories I cannot name,
My mind insists they stay alive,
Refusing to let me survive.
They started as little weeds,
Tiny roots and scattered seeds,
But now they’ve grown through all my thoughts,
Twisting through the battles fought.
Choking me
From the
Inside
Out.
I thought I buried it, guess I just planted it.
