pack Rat in My Head (improved)

I have a Pack Rat in my head.
He never gives anything up,
He keeps mountains of memories,
Undug, unhidden, never forgotten,
Always haunting and so rotten,
Mocking me by reminding me of these memories,

Pat Rat tells me what is in that corner other there.
The last pick of pills, a poisoned potion,
A time when you had to many hours awake on a horrible night,
A spilled sprite on a sliced up sofa,
Some torn pictures terror that torched everything,

Pack Rat what's in that corner?
Some tears cried over caring feelings,
Some glass broken over green paper that say go away, going away, gone away,
Broken bones from breaks and big failures,
The past on paper that tried but missed the trash,
Like a mass of mountains and as deep as the ocean from the bottom of this vein,

Pack Rat what is in the other corner?
That is what is happening now.
There's drawings of a dreamer that demonstrates depression,
Letters that say I miss you but now there say we can still be friends,
With no amens to mend these moralities,
Music of madness made of many angry screams and cries,
That went unchecked and undetermined by so any,

Pack Rat what's in the final corner?
Nothing.