Even on "good days" im still haunted
By the memories of the past
Creepy crawling up my back
I can hear their voices taunting me
Feel their faces close to me
People who hurt me
Still in the back of my memories

Even on good days
I am ****** into darkness
A void that never quite leaves
Whose grip refuses to release me

Even on good days
I cant help the
Wandering  thoughts
Drifting into self mutilation
I'm never going to be good enough

Even on good days
Im not convinced theres hope
No permanent change
No future worth fighting for

Even on good days i am
Surrounded by the poison
That clouds my mind
Yet somehow I stay here
Somehow I'm alive