i look at all these memories,
and i began to cry,
i see things, i see people, i can't ever see again,
i see people who i have mistreated, and can't make up,
i feel these memories are killing me,
i see so much i took for granted,
and i cry,
i could never feel those feelings again,
i could never be there again,
i see things that hurt me because i cant really remember them,
i see myself as i was; cruel, stone cold,
i never told anyone how i felt,
i regret that now.,
i see how brave i was at times, and how i backed down,
i see hold care-free i was,
i see now what has consumed my life...greed,
so, now i look at all these memories and i began to cry,
these memories are killing me,
so now old picture book, **goodbye

Some days,
It was enough just to know,
That I had a packet of blades,
In the house,
They were cold,
Very sharp,
Security blanket.

Maybe one day, I'll be okay..