These Bugs

These bugs bite me,
They tear me to pieces.
The memories they bring,
Shall always haunt me.

My tears fall,
As I remember those times.
I try to kill these bugs,
These sorrow thirsty bugs.

They never die,
They never will,
They'll always be there,
To tear away the bandages upon my wounds.

I rest my head in my hands,
Face drenched in tears,
Trying to forget,
Trying to heal.

These bugs will leave temporarily,
For a while.
But they will come back,
To bite me again.

To tear me,
To hurt me,
To break me,
To wound me again.

They enjoy the tears they bring.
The pain, the grief, the suffering.