#lettingoffsteam

Constant worries.

Constant fears.

Always wondering if I’ll ever be good enough.

Constant tears flowing down my face

I don’t know just how to stop this feeling of disgrace.

Fear of rejection, fear of crowds.

Fear of speaking, of reaching out.

Fear of using my voice to speak.

So, I stay in the shadows, hiding.

Waiting for things to get better

Waiting for the sun to shine down where I linger.

Constantly needing approval. Constant nerves.

A severe, overwhelming urge to scream.

To fight the demons that hide inside my mind.

I’m held captive inside of my head.

Memories of what we used to be fill me with dread.

Broken and bruised.

Black and blue.

I’m held captive by the memories.

All those memories I wished I could forget.

Everyone has a past.

A past that they wished they could erase.

A past that haunts them

Memories that they wish they could lock up tight.

Skeletons hidden deep in their closets.

Bones they wished to keep buried six foot deep.

Everyone has those memories, they wished they could forget.

Ghosts from the past echoing in the back of their minds.

Words they wished they never said.

Actions they wished they never did.

Wondering if those secrets that still haunt them will be brought to light.

Wondering if they’ll be shamed by the thoughts they once thought or by the life they once lived and left behind.

Yes, everyone has a past.