if only the was a remedy to forget past traumas,
if only our brains where programmed to switch off horrific memories,

if only someone could just erase my memory,

if only I could forget , I try, i pray but somehow something will always trigger it ,

for sometime now I thought I have healed, for sometime now I thought I have made peace with the past because I cannot change it,

what kind of reality is this ,

how do I move forward when each time I'm reminded of what had transpired; it takes me back right where I started,

I try to live each day as it comes,how messed up can that be, sometimes feels like I'm living a life without purpose,


the very walls of my bedroom hold so much sadness,traumatic experience and mostly sorrows, the stains on my pillow are proof of how tears have become my daily bread,

what kind of life is this....

_an escape from thy self and reality


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