Memories rip you apart
Bares your chest open,
Stabs everywhere.
Makes your stomach sore,
Heart wrench,
And your soul naked.
Knocks you down.
Hits you again and again.
Until you gasp for breath.
Each of your cell cries in pain
Begs for mercy.
To let you free.
Or kill at one go.
All your tears dry up
After countless hours of sobbing.
And you move about faking smiles.
Making others feel comfortable.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Memories
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