The Past is a Beast
TW!!! Graphic imagery, mentions of trauma and emotional distress.
The past keeps coming back to haunt me and every new thing I try reminds me that I failed
The past comes back like an echo, an endless stream of what ifs, could haves, shoulders shrugged off and forgotten about.
The past keeps coming back like a ghost, stalking me and watching me, waiting for its chance to pounce. The past is a hungry beast, it wants to eat me.
I have to run from the past because I can't let go of the past
the past is too strong. The past haunts me like a specter. It won't let me live.
It will catch up with me one way or another. It always catches up, eventually.
The past will come back with an appetite, and then I am done for.
The past will devour my heart and soul and then it will be too late for me to run
The past will swallow me whole
It will consume me like an infection, a parasitic disease,
a monster that lives inside me, consuming me from the inside out.
No matter how long I run, the past always finds me. It never gives up.
Never lets me get away. It'll keep on chasing me, no matter where I go, until I give into the fear.
Until I surrender to the fear, the memories. The nightmares and the flashbacks.
The past haunts you, even when you want to forget.
The past has claws, it digs deep into your skin
And you bleed, slowly, slowly. You bleed from your eyes. Your nose. Your mouth.
The past is relentless, it never sleeps, and it never stops, even though you're trying to.
No matter how hard you fight and scream and cry
You will always bleed, slowly, slowly.
