I don't want to remember the thought of us.
I don't want to remember the thought of us like the memory of the first bad taste grade you've gotten.
Seeing you hurts,
it reminds me of the first car wreck I got in, it wasn't bad but the
Aftermath and shock was, But for some reason I still cry.
I don't want to remember you.
But there's times were I can't stop crying because I'm scared of losing all of are memories and dreams.
I've shed so many tears and
every single little droplet isn't worth my time but for some reason I still cry.
~E.M.C
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
