How you haunt me
I know your there
so I can be free.
But what are you?
but a memory?
I think back
and I cry
And I know why…
So much pain
I’ve been torn asunder
death and blood
the sound of thunder,
Broken bones
Broken teeth
broken me,
All in memory…
What have I learned
you ask? You see?
I’ve learned to take
my memory to task
woe is me…
Because it’s nothing more
than a memory
It’s there
so I can be free.
MY MEMORY.
Why?
Why am I so angry?
Why can’t I cry?
Why can’t I tell her,
how I feel inside?
Why?
Why wasn’t I……?
Why couldn’t she say?
I was good enough?
Why?
Why could she not see?
I loved her too?
Why could SHE not say,
Hey! I love you?
Why?
Why did she leave me?
Why did she not look back?
Why did she act like I
was a needle in her eye?
Why?
Why am i so angry?
Why can’t I cry?
Why do I miss her?
I don’t know…
Why.
Why?
Why did she not love me?
Why was she not there?
Why am I so hurt inside?
Why do I care?
Why?
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