These memories some good most bad <br />These memories make me sad <br />There old memories <br />Yet there nor weak or faint <br />These memories covered in red paint <br />These fucking memories keep me up at night <br />pulling my hair tight <br />these memories haunt me <br />in the day or night, when I'm alone, at home, all the time and everwhere <br />I won't, I can't face them <br />I dont wish to fight because these memories hurt <br />They hurt inside <br />This continuous uncontrollable stream of replays I like to call memories make my heart hurt <br />I tell my self I'm ok, I'm cool, I'm fine <br />stop cring and then I go to rub my eyes dry and I see your face and the pain strike me one more time <br />These memories <br />just a reminder of whats gone and no longer mine <br />These memories, these memories how long will they stay <br />These memories, these memories, these memories I swear I wish they were never made<br /><br />Starr Downing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-memories-3/
