scrap-booking memories

I wish I could remember

I wish i could recall

But no matter how hard I try

There is nothing at all

I try to think back

And not look away

But I blocked out the past

And that's how my heart wants it to stay

If I let my gaurd down

And glimpse at the memories

I scare myself so well

They are are so horrid; When did life become hell?

I try to think of a time

When all I could so was smile

But it's been so long

I can't think of when I was that happy.

I remember all the bad

When all I want is the good

So I recreate a picture

Make my past a falsehood

I try and try

But I can only make my past a lie

Taking bits and pieces

And pasting them together

I'm scrap-booking my memories

In little bits

Trying to make the best of it

Make my life fit.

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