When time fades to memories,
and memories to lies,
I am forgotten, broken,
fed up of my life.
When friends turn to enemies,
and enemies to aggression,
I am hopeless, lifeless,
out of control.
When lies change to judgment,
and judgment to depression,
I am outcast, lost,
trapped in my soul.
And when bad turns to worse,
and I am alone,
with nobody on
the other end of the phone...
I look back on
the things that I've done wrong.
Regret. Remorse.
No way to get home.
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Memories
PoetryJust a poem that I wrote a few months ago - it's not very good, but it was for an English Literature assignment. It reflects how I was feeling on the day, and how I've been feeling for the past few years now...
