Poems about me

Pages

I found an old book.
Filled with scribbles
thoughts and riddles
That is what you
May first think
Looking deeper
It's memories
And feelings
That I once had
But I came across
A ripped page
With this page, I ripped
I threw part of me away
A part I never get back
I don't remember what it was
But I don't know if I could read it
I would be able to understand
To think remotely about the past
And drain in its sorrows
Maybe there I'll find answers
To the questions
I have been seaking
I know what I am searching for is in me
But I never made it easy to find myself
This ripped page
Is a riddle in my mind
I know it had the answer
But I didn't allow myself to know
Looking more into the book
Empty pages follow next
Memories that will leave
Feelings that I'll never feel
I've lost so much
On empty pages
Once again, I try to keep myself away
Why is this being withheld from me?
I don't seem to understand
These pages could have been
A part of me
But I decided to forget
And this is what I deeply regret