The thoughts come back to me
Staring back at me like a mirror
Looking at an old me,
One that doesn’t exist
Why would I say that?
Why would I do that?
That’s wrong
I’m a terrible person
My head, screaming
They’re hitting me like a cold, wet, towel
Over and over again
Making me scream, panic inside
Want to throw and destroy
I want to throw myself to the ground
My life filling with regret,
It’s no big deal