modern oldskool

I cannot say why old wrongs still sting,when the mode of injury
Resurfaces or nostalgia resurfaces.As I sat there I was so angry but
It was more at myself.
My life briefly flashed before me and the thoughts came rushing back,
I couldn't believe that at this stage,this age something like
That could still happen.
I however handled it differently.
But still,I didn't still like being there.
I hate that place of hopelessness.
They keep telling me to speak my mind but I dnt know thaty I can
It has been used so often against me that I always ask if its a
Trick.
Drugs!alcohol!they give respite when I caNnot sleep and when living
Gets hard.
Its old but it still inflicts fresh new pain.
Its modern,its oldskool,its the scars on my bruised old young
Heart.