I like to pretend that year never existed
that I never spun out of control
I forbid myself from thinking about it
that time when any light in me was obliterated
I dissociate my current self from her
that pathetic shadow of a person
I tell myself I am not the same so often
that I start to believe it was someone else
I try so hard to forget who I was
that I have no idea who I am
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
I like to pretend that year never existed
that I never spun out of control
I forbid myself from thinking about it
that time when any light in me was obliterated
I dissociate my current self from her
that pathetic shadow of a person
I tell myself I am not the same so often
that I start to believe it was someone else
I try so hard to forget who I was
that I have no idea who I am
