These memories I have,
I never can see,
I only remember,
Who I used to be.
These memories that come back,
They're shattered as broken glass,
As I hear a scream,
The scream of me in fear.
I see the fire blazing,
I burn these memories,
These ones I used to have,
These broken memories.
YOU ARE READING
The Long Way Down
PoezjaPoems i randomly write that usually have no connection to my real life because I don't make sense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
