The Memories

The memories they haunt me

The memories of joy

The memories of when there was a bright sky

But now the memories are dull

And it is not like the times my life was full

People tell me to kill myself

And I say “I’m sorry, I tried”

But I’ll try again

So I pick up the knife

The feeling so familiar yet different at the same time

And I slice over and over again

Hoping it will take away all my sorrows like cocaine

But it won’t work

So till next time

I’ll just tell everyone I am completely fine

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