When people speak of memories they say the good usually outshines the bad, unfortunately thats not true in my case and it's actually pretty sad
We're suppose to be different but all we are, are hypocrites, I could write down every bad memory you've caused me, but I'd end up with way too long of a list
There were nights of screaming and shouting and nights where we all caused each other pain, there were nights when not one of us didn't go to bed feeling ashamed
There were nights when I wondered if this was always to be our fate and nights when all of you I finally began to hate
There are days and nights still when the past comes back to haunt me, no matter how hard I try to forget, still these memories come back to taunt me
How long will this go on? I really don't know, but I can guarantee you this, these stupid memories will always be my biggest foe
When people speak of memories they say the good usually outweighs the bad, unfortunately that isn't true in my case and honestly it makes me pretty mad
The beauty of this poem is its raw honesty. Favorite line: there were nights when not one of us didn't go to bed feeling ashamed.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another good one, the opening and closing lines are great!