They've all said talking about it helps you feel so much better
What they dont realize is you're falling more further into dispair
Never has it left you its buried into your memorys' core
Your hopes and dreams start to die along with all that you've adored
I keep telling myself it's all in the past I'm okay and I am fine
Years ago I've felt bits and pieces of me has died
Taking something that doesnt belong to you is called a thief
Denial for years because I was destraut and struck in so much disbelief
Thinking it's easy to walk or runaway is not the way to go
Not realizing so much impact it took is a blindsman way to go
All my life growing up is I've heard and learn life is not fair
Even if it seeps into your dreams that become all nightmares
Becomes so hard and complicated because you're scared to sleep
Its not only my memory cause it's also their memory to keep
I dont feel myself so much alive as I actually feel dead
I've watched myself die, deny, bled, lost, and too much I've already said
©deathbear
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