I can't tell you which is my
imagination.
One pretends to exist while the
other truly lives.
I can't tell if the echo in my
mind is lying or simply telling me
to let it go.
But how could my mind possibly
want me to rid myself of it if it
constantly reminds me?
Reoccurring horrors that happened
so long ago.
I shouldn't have a reason to
hold on.
Should I?