Depression. Anxiety. Sorrow.
I feel this today, yesterday, tomorrow.
Every memory I make I remember for all of time,
I remember it like it as if it was a crime.
My PTSD is like torture to me,
The agony that I want to be free.
Thoughts will forever be in my head,
Soon my soul will be dead.
For those who I upset, I'm sorry.
I do not expect forgiveness.
But if you do, that won't make me feel any different.
I will still relive that moment, even years later.
I remember every cringy moment in my life.
I remember every painful moment in my life.
I remember every happy moment in my life.
My eternal torture, my thoughts, my memories. Me.
I'm sorry. I'm so, very sorry...