These memories some good most bad
These memories make me sad
There old memories
Yet there nor weak or faint
These memories covered in red paint
These fucking memories keep me up at night
pulling my hair tight
these memories haunt me
in the day or night, when I'm alone, at home, all the time and everwhere
I won't, I can't face them
I dont wish to fight because these memories hurt
They hurt inside
This continuous uncontrollable stream of replays I like to call memories make my heart hurt
I tell my self I'm ok, I'm cool, I'm fine
stop cring and then I go to rub my eyes dry and I see your face and the pain strike me one more time
These memories
just a reminder of whats gone and no longer mine
These memories, these memories how long will they stay
These memories, these memories, these memories I swear I wish they were never made
Starr Downing
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-memories-3/
