We started everything this day,
5 years ago.
Who would think 5 years of memories flood back within seconds.
Infiltrating my mind
Filling in the cracks of my broken
Mimicking the alcohol filling my glass
Seeping into corners that I
didn’t know existed
Knowing full well that they may never drain
The difference is that I have to keep filling this glass to forget
While nothing seems to make a barrier between these broken memories
Soon enough I’ll have to drain them myself
Another set of scars to add to my collection where you’ve become the main source of reason