interfering with living.
Memories that had their moment
taking up more of time.
Setting up home inside
my brain like they live there.
Leaving candy wrappers
all over the ground.
I'm fed up with my mind
giving space to those
that don't deserve it.
People that already
took up too much of me
like they own my mind.
Dragging mud all over my body
with their dirty shoes.
Not a symphony
but a cacophony of noise.
A barrage of voices
that all wanted to be heard.
No one willing to take a seat
and wait their turn
because screaming is
what they are uses to.
I wish that I could
drown them out with my pain.
I crush them hard with my trauma.
Hoping they will feel an inch
of all they cut into me.
I bury them under all my mental illness.
Let them feel lost like I did.
Let them cry and not feel sated
and burn themselves out.
But memories are translucent
and self flagellation.
Simple thought that just haunts me
and me alone.
Life's cruelty is that they
continue their lives.
At least I get the satisfaction
of watching them
Die.
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