Memories
They can be good and bad
But I try to avoid mine
Keeping them locked up
Behind a door
Never opening it
But sometimes they seep through
Through the tiny cracks in my door
Pushing past my wall
They drown my brain
Wanting to cover my eyes
But that never works
Even the good memories drown
So I sit there
Crying until they disappear
People have good and bad memories
But all I have is bad
The good already has gone
And the bad is here to stay
