232nd Post

Cracking.

Breaking down.
Lost in the shadows of silence.

Memories lost.
Memories recalled.

Oh how i wished.
That it stayed lost.

For the recalled memories.
Have no idea.

How much mental torture they are causing me.

Even the happiest memories.
Have all become painful ones.

I hate the 4 walls that surrounds me.
I hate this house.
I hate my memories.

Shoot me.
Stab me.
Dig my eyes out.
Run a stake through my heart.

Anything to take me out of my misery.
But would they pierce the heart that has gone missing?