Memories of the past bring with it the associated pain
Sometimes it holds me down almost driving me insane
It's a pain that ive carried since that day remembered
The dark days bring with it feelings of a heart severed
I want to tear from my chest what's broken inside
It should not matter if my heart has already died
Why does it still try to beat instead of decay
If given a proper burial would not the pain go away
I embrace this pain on some of my better days
It reminds me of what was lost and the memory stays
Existing still are days I find myself questioning why I try
The blackest days are those I sit alone wanting to die

ChillNPsyco