When I was younger

I used to believe that

If I ignore something longer

enough,it will all disappear at

some point.

It did not.

Instead,it came back

when I was at my lowest,

and I could feel how my heart is destroying itself in my chest,

and my perfect facade crack.

It was all becoming real.

Again.

It came back,like it was no deal.

But I manage to stop it,again.

And I got over it.

But the pain is still a part of me.

Old me.

But it never came back,and I would not ever allow it.