Memories

Do you have many memories
in which you wish you could forget
I have a story to tell
now please gather around and sit.

I can not sleep at all
for these memories are rare
they hurt me so bad
even you they would scare.

Instead of crying clear tears
I cry crimson red.
Each drop falling
until I turn up dead.

This pain I can not bare
it stings my ears with pain
It's a loud thundering sound
you might think I'm insane.

But listen up closely
please listen if you will.
I am not a normal person
I talk to my window sill.

I have many memories
they hurt me so much
Mother getting killed
and brother ran over, and such.

My life is a disaster.
Know one would want my breath
Now let's add this last memory
and make this one my death.

I've been down every road
you could imagine
That's why these memories I store.
Let's start with a simple one
when I had a seizure, and hit the floor.

What about the time my father
took a gun to my mother's head.
Well he pulled the trigger, and my mother wound up dead.

Another was when my brother.
Was crossing after school
That semi truck sure hit him
I sure feel like a fool.

I was left out in the desert
one time during the spring.
I'll tell you all my memories
you will not miss a thing.

I got kidnapped by my neighbor
twice in my lifetime.
He was not even arrested,
Isn't that a crime.

my idea of fun is having nothing bad happen in a day.
Me not seeing anyone die, or getting hurt in any way.

But I have not seen that daylight
or that kind of day before.
I have so many bad memories
it makes my head sore.

While others are sweetly sleeping
I am wasting away.
For I am afraid that I will die
not living to see the day.

The day where instead of crying
crimson red, I will cry clear.
The day when I cry of happiness, instead of crying from fear.

My tears are beginning to drown me
I don't have much air left.
My memories are killing me
they should be charged with theft.

Now here's the happy ending
to my life, now listen here
One night when I was crying.
It was a new and normal tear.

I actually went to sleep that night,
but while I was sleeping I had died.
My only happy memory was that a clear tear I had cried.

As my spirit lifted to heaven
all my memories were released.
But one memory remains,
is that now I am deceased.

By, Amanda

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