IRC-Galleria

memories consume.
like opening the wound.
i'm picking me apart again.
you all assume.
i'm safe here in my room.
unless i try to start again.

clutching my cure.
i tightly lock the door.
i try to catch my breath again.
i hurt much more.
than anytime before.
i had no options left again.

i'll paint it on the walls.
'cause i'm the one that falls.
i'll never fight again.
and this is how it ends.