Sun, 11/15/2015 - 10:14 -- vvega

some say that hell is an eternal looping of your most awful memory.

I do not believe that hell is a place.

Hell is my mind.

My mind replays the scene over and over, the same outcome each time.

You say the words that shatter my heart to dust within seconds

and then you walk away.


Everytime I hope with all of my heart particles that you will turn around

Everytime I hope that it is the last time I will ever see your face

or hear those dreaded words.

Everytime I am let down only to further be tortured by my own mind.


Hell is not a physical or spiritual place.

Hell is my mind.


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