Thinking and pondering through my mind.
I come across a file of forgotten memories.
Set upon it is a lock.
I seem to find the key with ease.
This unlocks the cabinet where the memory of my heart lies.
As i unwind through the past, I stumble on a thought of you.
Hours pass, My lachrymose eyes swollen, I close them shut.
Should I think upon such things?
They cause pain, nor shall I reduce my self to tears.
Falling upon images of your breathtaking face, my broken faith.
I sit in agony.
Abandon all thoughts.
I sit and slit my soul.
I am forgotten.