Dying For The Past Poem by Shannon daffsdffjk

A picture frame sits on the wall
Sits untouched, but not from the eye
Faces and places, too much to handle
The memories wont fade away

Shadows of how things should be
Are cast over every day
Wanting so bad for it to be real
But you know it will never be the same

So the pills go down your throat
Helping you make believe
But they will ware off
And snap you back even harder to reality

So light your metal
Smell the burn
Push down hard on your arm

Twitch and thrust
But never release
Focus on the pain

The brand will stay
The skin will burst
But like the skin
The thoughts will melt away

Enjoy the moment
A temporary escape
But in the back of your head
Memories aren't meant to be erased.