It’s deafening,
Sometimes,
Living with your own ghost.

She haunts my corridors
Like a malformed memory that will echo
With each breath.
She wants to watch me
Dig
Indefinitely to the
End.

Nothing would please her more than to watch me dig myself further into this hole of a life.

When I ask people to repeat themselves, it’s not because I couldn’t hear them.
Rather, because I hear her yelling at me to get out.
Watching me
Run
Out of
Time.

Sometimes I wonder if I scare other people as much as she scares me.
Other times, I wonder if she is the one doing that for me.

I’m not insecure.
I know who I am and I hate that person.
And I know who I was,
And I curse my unwelcome passenger for the end product.

I am my own adversary.

I think I want to get better, but I'm really not sure.
We’ll see tomorrow, if she permits.