My worst enemy
Is my memory...
Like the breath of the wind
It passes by
But...the trauma...
...stays behind...
I didn't ask for this
To be grabbed by my wrists
Given no choice
But to silence my voice
I did not ask for my mind to repaint those pictures
Or my eyes to see my blood pouring out like a pitcher
I'm drowning...
In the tears of my memories
...Please...save from me from this inevitability...
I could bawl for hours, and lose my breath
All the while, they'll think I'm just a...
..."Dramatic Princess"...
Of course they don't understand, how could they...?
They don't know what it's like to lose faith...
To believe that life...is a lie...
And Hell is their home...
To be The Grim Reaper, the one that owns souls...
They wouldn't know...
...how it feels to be a toy...to wake up every day to a bad voice...
Of course, I can't blame them...why should I...?
I can't erase my past...
Or these stained, dried cries...
It doesn't matter...does it...?
Because no matter what...
The doors of my emotions, I can shut...
...maybe that's why...my worst enemy...
...is my undying...memory...
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Poems of Depression
PoetryOkay...The poems written in this story will be about what I'm going through or have gone through while dealing with my disorders. Long-story-short...they will be depressive. *COPYRIGHT NOTICE* All of the poems in this story are written by me and hav...
