Past relationships are first degree burns that never go away.

Without even trying and I made a good person miserable.
My best try from the start was never good enough and I knew that.
I crashed on the highway like a drunk before I could read the signs.

All of that time spent alone drives nails straight through my temple.
I forgot the art of expression from years of pain inflicted by others.
Whenever I try to open myself up my guts spill out all over the floor.

              Can a mutilated tongue ever truly learn how to speak?

Self-doubt is the only thing that feels constant in my mental corridor.
The face that breaks the glass mirror is just a pitiful shameful thing.
       My memories are only a stain that can never be erased.