Those memories are ghosts, residing in the dark corners of my mind.
They’ve dulled my life to gray and I’m unable to see colors of any kind.
Flashes of pain decorate my eyes, but no one seems to see.
I continue to hide my truth, don’t know how else to be.

I claw at my body, nails breaking through layers of skin
Trying but miserably failing to erase the horror within
Rivers of tears fall upon my wounds and leave them scorched
Day by day, my misery is reinforced.

I feel myself slowly dying year after year
But I’m dragged back to life by my own shrieks of fear.
I stumble around with a foggy head
I don’t bare my heart to anyone, I show a fake smile instead.