i go outside. the light shines on my eyes, it burns the memories back. how did you get here? your supposed to be at the back of my head, and yet you continue to wander closer and closer to my former thoughts. its like even if i wanted to burn the thoughts away, i couldnt. without this disease to constantly crave the darkness, i might be happy. but i dont want happiness, i want to feel something. i want to be able to feel my pain. you caused it memories, you made me numb. and now i feel nothing. memories are supposed to create happiness right? my memories are drugs, one more pill, one more pill, one more pill. and now after years of thoses pills being brought into my head, i finally went numb. thanks memories.
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poems for my identity
Poetryshort poems that help express what i feel when i cant figure it out.
