Thoughts are memories,
And memories are thoughts,
Thoughts of things that I should have forgot,
Images from the past of things I try to hide,
Why you ask because some of them make me want to die,
The pain and disparity oddly brings me clarity,
Clarity that I am who I am because of the past,
I know I can't change the past but I choose to try to forget,
When I close my my eyes and I see the monster that hides inside,
He holds the key to a room filled with darkness it's where my fears go when they feel like they have no home.
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The book of poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from my feelings and every day life, emotions, past and so forth. Read as you want and tell me your thoughts!
