As I lean back against the hate,
I let the wind pick me apart, slowly,
I begin to think of what my life used to be.

Death shivers through my heart and a filmstrip runs through me.
Every moment like it was real.
Every feeling, not a bit fake.
All those tears were painfully pure.
And all those smiles were true.
Every scream was for help and all those let downs killed me.

Too many times ignored.
Too many tissues soaked.
Too many minutes wasted.

As for now, the memories are playing.
Reminding me of it all.
My life,
every tear,
scream,
and smile.

 
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