You, who I have seemed to have forsaken
I have no more memory of You
I live in a world where I can’t be reminded,
Reminded of whatever You gave to me…
I have not given myself to you
I have not attempted to find you
My memory could have been sparked
Had I only dared to reply to those welcomes?
I don’t want to live in a world without Your memory
I have hidden myself in walls where I didn’t
Want You…I wanted to fit in…
Now what? Do I believe in my past memories?
Or rather do I admit that the past has no
Relevance to my present situation?
Only I can answer these questions, but I
Question who’s questioning now.
Pain—Cease I must…To save…
Not my soul, but rather my