They say after 7 years your body is renewed
And you are a different person
But 12 years later and my brain
Still wears its trauma
like worn out pajamas
Covered in ketchup stains
That I cant bleach or scrub out
Living in a world where people
Are sick of hearing me
Complain about the ketchup
They get to go home
Wear warm and clean pajamas
But mine will always be stained
I'm sorry I can't walk away
from my own mind
I promise I would if I could
©hazydaze
H