Stepping off the edge
Into the dark i fall again
Everything fading as i spiral down
Through the depths of my mind
The things i have found
Among the secrets i hide
From even myself
The truth it does lie
On a dusty old shelf
Tucked neatly away
And safe out of reach
Are all of the memories
I dare to keep
Some may be good
Some may be bad
But they all tell a story
From the life that I've had
Now as its ending
The last thing I'll say
Is to keep memories close
You may need them
Some day