Quicksand

What can I do to my memories

Do I ignore them or give in until I reach madness

I think they are forgotten and then look back to see them follow me

Should I laugh or cry at the dreams and flashbacks that haunt me

Do I trust some people and have inner emptiness or trust no one and live in loneliness

Should I fall into sad thoughts or act with a mask of happiness.

I pray for healing just to get hurt all over again.

I can live alone, that’s the one thing I can rely on.

I think my heart is so thick but it gets stretch thin when I trust in love.

I have so many questions but silence and tears is my normal answer.

I have so called friends but when I turn my back I get stabbed in the back.

Too many takers and short of the givers, I hear to many talkers and not enough helpers.

If life is quicksand, I’m sinking in