Memories rush through my head,
Of past expiriences i wish to forget,
I block them out I thought they were dead
Those things I got mixed up in & people I shouldn't of met.
Everyone's always saying these things make you stronger,
I sit and think hour after hour,
Of things I once thought I can't stand this any longer,
Wanting to erase these memories but my mind doesn't seem to have the power.
That part of my life was a tragedy,
Days turned to weeks,I still sat there and cried.
The only people who seemed to believe me was the majestry.
Sitting alone continuously, I wanted to end it I thought of suicide.
Why do people do these things just to cause destruction?
Even thinking of those memories brings me to tears.
Angry or lonely people turning to curruption,
How did they get away with those things for years.
My sanity gradually going down-hill,
In my mind I'm putting up stronger defences.
No-one believes I was telling the truth still,
I'm shutting down, sick of all these false-pretences.
