Haunted

I'm haunted by my memories
They come from a dark place,
Seeping into my conscience
Every time I sit awake.

I'm haunted by my memories
So sickened by them I lie,
And then they run through me
Like a dull knife and I cry.

I'm haunted by my memories
Every time the night begins,
I try to ask forgiveness
But I can't even forgive my sins.

I'm haunted by my memories
They lead me to the darkness,
The light is unreachable
And the shapes and sounds make no sense.

I'm haunted by my memories
Enslaved in my own hell,
And just when I get on stable ground
I fall back down the well.

I'm haunted by my memories
So I treat myself like shit,
And late at night I lie awake
Wondering "Is this really it?".