Thinking back, the memories begin to fade.
Slowly exiting my mind.
All the joy which came from them is how I have made it.
Made it through these times,
With all the screaming and yelling
Hot tears,
My face red with anger and grief.
And still unable to calm myself
But you,
Your voice had the ability to do so.
Though my tears still fall,
Inside and out,
Not letting anyone
Never letting anyone know the pain inside of me.
I ask how long these endless problems will continue a secret
maybe forever?
or until I get my new memories.