Memories could kill a person.
They already kind of are...
Thinking back
Thinking back on all we had.
It hurts...
Makes me want it all back...
The fact that... I just keep sacrificing things for people.
Thinking they will love me back.
It sucks...
Why can't I choose what I want for once?
Why can't things go in my favor?
Why?
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I sit here and force myself to tears?
Why do I replay the memories in my head until I want to take my life?
Why is suicide so tempting?
And why is love so threatening?
Why do I smile when I'm sad?
Why...
Why can't... Why can't you stay?
And why can't you come back?
What did I do wrong?
What did I do to you?
What did I ever do to either of you?
What's the point of living when you have no reason?
No cause.
And no air.
What's the point?
Of breathing when you're so unhappy.
Why can't I be normal and happy...
Why can't things be the way they were a year ago... Why?
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My Silenced Cries
PoetryThis isn't a story, its not a fairy tale, its nothing but what goes through my head and what makes me... me? There is no happy ending, just life's ups and downs. Ranting and venting, things I can't tell people face to face. These are the silenced cr...
