Ghosts of May

Here they come again
Their images haunting me
Like tainted images inside my mind
Each year after year
These ghosts haunt me
These memories like a death blow
These souls haunting my smiles, my tears
These rips against my own soul hollowing my body
So each year, each ghost is a memory I can't let go of
They come and they go but always they are still here
Haunting me, degrading me, demeaning me
I can't always fight it off
I can't always let it go
I can't always stop blaming myself
For not being there
For not being nicer
For not being me
I let my mind go
I let my mind ruin me
I let my mind tear me down

And with each word, each ghost in May takes just a little more of me than I care to give.