Paint Me Numb

when i remember

it comes back

what was rejected

returns stronger

not brave enough

to ignore them

the same again

and again

still can't walk away

this living called life

means nothing

always running

growing weary

can it be?

the saying yes

the happiness

of sharing

with acceptance

will is breaking

but dismemberment

remains difficult

if not impossible

meant or forced

matters not

secrets

sorrows

and such

what is

just is

and i

accept