I beg you to let go!
But your grip grows stronger.
Your fingers are like snakes:
They tighten around me
Suffocating me slowly.

I hear my heart pounding.
My blood is throbbing in my temples.
My stomach is torn open
And stuffed with a pillow.

I beg you to go!
I try to erase the vision,
But my past keeps following me around,
No matter where I venture.

It’s a shadow I can’t shake.
These shackles I can’t remove.
It’s a pain I can’t forget.
It’s a skin I keep wearing.

My mind is my cell.
My insecurities are my chains.
My feelings are my guards.
I am a prisoner to my own memories.