The photos are fading… I hate when people ask, why can’t you remember me, because remembering is not an easy task, so please leave me be, it’s not my fault, I closed the memory lock, I’m begging for help but you just stare. I block them out, because it’s easier, if I don’t remember you shout, and my memories get measlier. I can’t remember, please leave me out of this, all those thoughts had terror, that I don’t wanna miss, I keep crying, those are memories left behind. I’m a mess, I know, sitting at home with notes and tests, writing in a notebook, escaping reality, because it’s cruel with no option of eternity. I block them out, because it’s easier, if I don’t remember you shout, and my memories get measlier. I can’t remember, please leave me out of this, all those thoughts had terror, that I don’t wanna miss, I keep crying, those are memories left behind. I cry at 1am, with no tears, can I take a holiday, as a one-way trip to actual emotions.
