You probe the wounds to see how much they’ll bleed
Why must you do that?
You think they are all healed and then something reminds you
Why can’t you shut it out?
You replay a hundred stinging words like a broken LP record
Why can’t you let it go?
You relive the nightmares, a never-ending reel of film playing in your head
Why can’t you shut it off?
How many time will I leave the past behind only to revisit it?
How many times will I let the nightmares of my past dictate who I am now?
Why must the tears, the pain, the memories flood my soul and drown out what is good?