The past is messing with my head again, torturing me endlessly. Its memories burn me, rid me of my ability to speak.

He touched me...
We never took the chance...
She screamed at me...
Their love is gone...
I couldn't help him...
They never said goodbye...
I never knew...
Their laughing...
She forgot...
He was there, but never present...

Why, oh why must you do this to me? Can't you see I'm hurting already? Why must you remind me of the suffering of yesterday as I'm writhing in the pains of today? How do I escape from your evil games, escape the continuous mocking and shame?

Don't leave, just quit your torturing. I need it none.