poems for my identity

memories no longer help

i remember all of them, i lay in bed thinking about everything happy.

then the moons starts to shine and it becomes night. i count the seconds before it begins

 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. you may now begin. how did it happen?

 i loved it, i was happy for the dear parts of each day, i need to go back, i cant go back.

 i cry throughout the night so silent the black cat doesnt creep up next to me its all gone.

 i cant fill the holes that have been made.

they crumble around the edges forcing me to remember they are still remaining.

 i dont belong here this is not my place to live.

 i shall find a way out.

 goodbye cliche world you have nothing for me anymore you can keep your lies i never liked them.