burned in.

all the hand downs

have been handed down

it was once a big house

built by someone

owned by someone else

it was once a beautiful house

to someone

now it's a slum

your story is nothing new

your pain is nothing new

your memories are now stained

by the trauma they caused

you didn't live

you survived

and now

it's all over your face

it's in your eyes

it's in your voice

it's in your love

and in your hate

you are one of many

with details that don't mean

anything

to anyone

but you

sometimes it just feels good

to get it out though

doesn't it

but then again

you wish you didn't say

anything

all the shame

all the regret

all the blame

that you wish would just

go away

and be forgotten

is now on your mind

even more

failed therapy

and you can feel

the minutes

and the days

falling off of you

as you sit in your dwelling

dwelling

it's been years

so many years

but no

it is tonight

...