I remember when,

All this began,

Back when,

I wanted it to end.



Six doses of andrenaline,

One dose of depression,

Could've left me lying there,

With unanswered questions.



A riddler with an addiction,

A joker with too much tension,

A troubled kid with a longing,

To live in his own dimension.



I remember when,

All this began,

And how these scars heal,

Eventually in the end.



I remember so much,

But talk about so little,

Because these problems eat at me,

Little by little.



But If I talk so much,

I remember so little,

Because I overanalyze,

My own riddles.


I was going to post my P&Q profile with all my other poems but the website is down, so ill edit it in later.