Oft do I find myself
Stumbling at the door
Leading to the memories
That I shut myself from

Oft do I think
To turn the **** over; rather trigger
Let the memories explode through
Pierce through me ; devouring until I'm no more

Oft do I think
Why I contain em anyhow
Since either way it kills
On either side of the door

Keeping them put on one side
Hole in heart bothers quite more
Feels empty and restless
This abyss consumes whole

Whilst letting em run on one side
Brings urge to feels, see,  hear her
Failing ; this slowly kills from inside out
This pain I feel more

THOUGH oft do I think
Passing out whilst reminiscing
Would me much more sweeter
Than passing out with
Feelings
Shut