memories

Heres a poem I wrote as I was dealing with unwanted and burdening memories. Sometimes It can be hard to let things go. Expressing that helps me

Memories build up so thick in the memoirs of my brain

Why are you still here

Why are they still here

Like the thought of you drives me insane

Sometimes i re-live my pain for the hell of it

Because trauma comes in many forms

And mine fastens to the back of my neck, and my hands and my feet

I walk in lust, love, and shame,

Its called being human and as much as you'd like to think

Perfect doesn't exist