Testified Memories

by Aubrey   Sep 2, 2009


So many attempts to forget
So many attempts that have failed
All those times I have fallen
Instead of trying to prevail
All those tears that were dropped
From the beginning to the end
Even those hits and those bruises
That I never got to defend
Memories that I can never be erased
No matter how bad they are
I�¢ï¿½ï¿½ll live forever with them
Attached like an internal scar
I could wish for things to be different
Close my eyes and just pretend
Or I can open my eyes and just see
That this heart of mine could never win
There�¢ï¿½ï¿½s no point in screaming loud
When I know that you cannot hear
All the things inside my heart
That to me seem transparently clear
There�¢ï¿½ï¿½s no point in making you see
When I�¢ï¿½ï¿½ve tried to way too long
So I really can�¢ï¿½ï¿½t waste your time
When you�¢ï¿½ï¿½re already moving on
It seems that I have gotten good
At living in the past
Though I know it�¢ï¿½ï¿½s just a waste of time
When I know nothing will ever last
I can�¢ï¿½ï¿½t help but recall
Those nightmares that I call my life
The ones that I can�¢ï¿½ï¿½t forget
No matter how hard I try
I can�¢ï¿½ï¿½t forget the razorblades
And the scars that will never fade
The lines that coat my arms
The kind that will never go away

The nights that I wanted to die
Every time my arm took a slice
Those were the nights that sum up
Most of my pathetic life
I�¢ï¿½ï¿½ll never forget the night
That I had the worst of scares
The one where he never found out
That eventually became unfair
I won�¢ï¿½ï¿½t forget the tears
That dropped because of the loss
God knows all those tears I cried
Sure as hell came at a cost
But the worst of all the memories
That haunts me late at night
The one that I have nightmares about
Is when we began to fight
I thought that it was over
She wouldn�¢ï¿½ï¿½t do it again
But it was my stupidity for thinking
That we could actually start to be friends
She had done it before
So many times that even I lost count
Half the time for no reason
Most of which I knew nothing about
Bones are broken
I can still feel the crack
All I really remember
Is wanting my old other back
We yelled and we hit
Cops started getting involved
But even two years later
Our problems have never been solved
Don�¢ï¿½ï¿½t judge by what you see
Because surely it would be wrong
Not every person you pass by
Will be singing the same sweet song

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