I feel the burn of tears behind my closed eyes as I come back to myself. I don’t wake gasping or shouting or even the smallest bit surprised. My mind has been dragging me in and out of itself my whole life, raging in an eternal, internal war.

A war I am fated to lose every time, as I am clawed at and changed and twisted beyond recognition. Where I am broken and brake others, where I am loved and kissed and smothered and broken once more.

My past, forever haunting my present.