My Intrusive Thoughts

Why do I still do this to myself,

Hurting myself,

Not physicals, but poking at a wound in my head,

That's still raw and long since dead,

A memory that I try to get rid off,

So now I'm scared of myself,

My brain constantly throwing it back up,

Like a dog that doesn't take care of its pups,

To scared to go in my own head,

If it there lay and wait,

Trying to occupy myself instead,

Hoping its gone at a later date.

By: Ethan McCloskey