Memory boxes,
one by one,
I remember everything,
that I have done.
The tears and sadness,
the cutting and anger,
the times I got drunk,
and put myself in danger.
The days I couldn't hack it
and smoked some weed.
The nights I was alone,
and help was in need.
The time I went to the hospital,
and every day after that.
The first time I cut,
and the first time I thought I was fat.
Memory boxes,
tell me what I want to hear,
fuck all the people,
that hold me dear.
Tell me I'm gone,
that I have died.
Tell me someone misses me,
tell me they cried.
Show me the shock,
upon their faces,
show me my body, dangling,
hung by my shoe laces.
Memory boxes,
please, let me forget,
so I won't drown,
in this pool of regret.
 
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