What is a memory,
I have memories of my own some are happy some are sad and some of my memories are scary,
Will i live them? Never nothing happens again it may be similar but never the same,
Will I reply these memories in my head? yes very much so,
When I relive these moments in my head i laugh and cry or shake at the thoughts,
Oh I wish I could rewind the clock,
Remember that happy little girl you once knew?
Yea I can't remember her,
She is to far gone,
But I remember when my depression first came,
Mine came when I was in fourth grade, when did yours come?
I remember when I first attempted suicide,
I was in seventh grade, how about you?
I remember so much but only up from forth grade,
maybe a memory or two from farther back,
Do I just remember negative this? no
I remember when I first met them,
It was June 6, 2015
When I first met her,/
I was I fourth grade,
Huh wow,
so much has happened sense then,
I found Jesus, Made friends, Got baptized, lost friends, lost Jesus lost myself,
and so much more in between,
But those our all memories,
So much has happened in my life and i'm only in tenth grade,
and I know now that i'm getting off subject,
But I want to become a memory,
and maybe you'll forget about that memory,
But I am still trying to find Jesus some days,
So I know if I kill myself I will go to hell,
But that's not stopping me,
I'm only staying for a few people,
But I am just a stupid girl,
Who cries over everything,
But you wouldn't care,
And you wouldn't understand,
You never loved me,
So I'm letting go,
So I'll become the depressed girl that everyone will forget,
But i'm only 16,
I have nothing ,I am useless i have no talent,
I can't write
I can't sing,
I can't dance,
I cant draw,
And fuck I can't even dream anymore,
I'm just a stupid nobody to you,
A distant memory,
As much as I want to be forgotten, I don't want you to forget about me,
But i'm just a fucked up memory,
that's forever going to fade
Words form the writer:
Dear I don't know who you are,But i'm here for you,Don't let yourself hit rock bottom,Because when you do it never is,When you fall you just break different levels and fall father than before trust me I know,I want to be here for all of you because I know how it is to fight alone. But you all are strong and beautiful, you will never become a memory. ( If you guys don't ike these paragraphs let me know, I will stop writing paragraphs at the end.)

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The Struggles in Life
PoesiaMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants