My memories are making me go insane.
I am the only one here to blame.
For I am the reason for my own pain I am even the reason for yours.
I look around this dark world seeing what I think are memories coming back but all it is, is my mind.
All I see is shapes, eyes, blackness, and my razor blade.
So what's next, I will make you life better and leave.
Take my razor and let it all out.
This is the end.
I'm sorry to go like this but I'm sure it's what you wanted anyways.
Once again my memories come back.
I don't give up because I know suffering is all I deserve.
The repetition of a razor down my arms.
The constant screams of how ugly I am.
This is what I deserve for what I have done to you.
So this is why I am still here.
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Sleeping Sun
PoetryThat feeling you feel when theres an amazing person in your life.