Memories, that's all that we got,
They are the only thing left when we lose someone.
Memories can be a happy place or they can hurt you even more.
We have happy memories, those that we should keep,
Those happy memories put a smile on our faces sometimes.
They can be memories of a loved one, or of a happy moment,
Or something that meant a lot for you.
But sometimes we have those memories,
That hurt us,
Those memories that remind us of a trauma,
Of someone dear to us that we lost.
Memories about how at some point we used to have everything,
And now we lost it.
Sometimes we try to change those memories,
Those bad, hurtful ones,
We try to make them look like it was a happy moment,
Just to cope with the shock.
We even try to block them,
To forget them,
Lock those memories away in a box and never look for them again.
Even if we try, with all of our forces,
We never succed.
Memories are what made us the people that we are today.
Who would've been without them?
Happier maybe, or even more damaged.
