*i know it's not very good...so i'm working on improving it...any
suggestions?*

It's not safe for me to sit here and think,
My memories could kill me in a wink.

I think for a second and the tear pour down,
My thought of the past are making me drown.

Why is my head filled with so much,
Friends, conversations, people i love.

Sometimes they get me happy, sometimes I only cry,
They make me want to live, and sometimes want to die.

What gets me to cry, but gets me to see,
Always happens to be a great memory.

Memories, those things that fill up my head,
Keeping me alive, yet wishing me dead.

 
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