Memories

Memories, I thought were supposed to
be good. Supposed to bring a smile
to your face. I thought they were supposed
to tell happiness to give you a dial.

But no, the memories I have seem
to bring me down and make me cry.
They were all once good memories
but now they make me wish I'd die.

They just bring back so much pain.
Pain that cuts my heart up in little
pieces. The pieces scream at the memories,
telling them to go away, they're too brittle.

Way to brittle to handle any more
pain. But no, the memories do not
listen to my heart. Instead they continue
to hurt me and cause my insides to rot.

These memories bring me no happiness.
These memories are slowly murdering me
on the inside. These memories have
killed me, Can't you see?