One day,
When you think you couldn't
Cry another tear,
You manage to cry some more,
You think that no one,
Not even God can see you.
So you fall in on knees,
You slide down your wall in agony,
And you don't care,
Because no one can see you.
You cover your face,
You don't bother dry tears,
Because they will continue to fall,
You call out to no one,
You scream out in pain,
As the blade drags down,
As the blood begins to drain,
Why?
Because no one can see you.
You grip the blade,
In your shaking hands,
Your head head screams no,
But you can't come to
Understand,
You kick and you scream,
You cry out as you bleed.
Why?
No one can see you.
As you draw one last breath,
The door slides open,
The blade is pulled from your hand,
You are swept into his arms,
You cried and you cried.
Why?
Because now someone sees you.
Forgetting something you know you're supposed to remember is very annoying, but what happens if that something or someone is important. Like let's say you forgot the guy your head of heels for and the supposed to be best friend that is apparently some psychopath trying to kill you. Oh and your living with the thought that the person you're supposed to be in love with is just a forgotten burnt memory which is tearing him apart to. It sucks severely because I can't even remember the damn day or my mother. I've lost everything I knew and loved. Let me start over. My name is Page and this is how I lost my memory and part of my life...
What happens when hate and lies mix? Well let's just say things get dirtied red.
(Is getting rewritten but feel free to read)