Memories
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Memories
She says these memories in my head aren’t real.
That it’s snippets of the truth mixed in with my imagination.
Was the pain all lies?
How can anyone make up that kind of torture and pain?
I try to think of the good memories only to be flooded by the bad.
My whole being was shaped by those so called “fake” memories.
They haunt me in my dreams.
They are no longer my past, but the hell I face every day.
I try to be happy, but it’s that darkness that tells me I don’t deserve it.
They say memories are what we leave with when we go, but these memories I need to leave behind.
I need to let go in order to be whole again.
It’s eating away at my soul.
Consuming the person, I fight so hard to be.
Every time I feel the bad memories creep up, I try to squash them with happy memories.
Sadly, evil always seems to trump the goodness in my world.
Memories will always be there.
They shape us in a way we can never quite comprehend.
Some shape us for the better.
Some memories are best left forgotten….
- Writer
