Space in my head

Delete Me

I miss the good old days

When I still thought

That they

Were good for me.

Because every old picture

Every old memories and thought

Is a poison stake

With green ooze dripping off the edges

Burning holes in the ground around my feet.

Because heartache quells

As it swells

In between my ribcage

Like it's been bedazzled in dagars

Piercing my lungs with happy memories

Because

Looking back on it

My happiest moments weren't happy

It looks like a plastered smile over a canvas

So i look at the old pictures

And heartache pains me as I let those ones go

And as it disappears

I stop

Remember

And wonder if I've even gotten any better

Or have just accommodated to the darkness in the depths of the rabbit hole.