This place is sickening

These images won't fade away,
They return, in my memory consuming me alive,
Consuming us alive,
They stain their print behide my closed tried eyes.

No sleep,
No rest,
But thoughts that well put you closer to the edge,
Sanity is slowly slipping from my hands now.

Standing closer to the edge then I should realize,
Those horrid memories of that sickening smile,
I wish you were in my shoes,
I don't want to be in yours

The pain of hiding what you did is consuming me alive,
But the actualpain it's self is much worst,
The place I'm in is no better then the state of expressions before,
I hope god never redeems you.

But if there was one then we wouldn't be in this situation,
I wouldn't be in this situation,
This place.. This place is scary and holds more insanity then the hospital i'm in,
The air is dead as it sicks to my skin

This place seems to be my own personal hell hole.
This place is my mind,
Were I never want to escape too,
Never.

The only thing left is something outside,
To end the scenes
To end the hallucations,
To end the thoughts and past of what you did..