They Do

Memories don’t pester me

But they do render speechless

A mind that hopes to forget

The inconsolable pain of being forgotten

Alone in the past, present, and future

These words are my wounds

Tears my sutures

Unfortunately, I haven’t had the mind

To just quit on life

Every suicidal thought birthed a greater desire

To prove to my mind that I could do

The impossible

And, forgive me

If you can

For trying to make myself better without you

I guess, after the umpteenth failed attempt

It was realized that I didn’t need your drug

No stimulus needed, just open my third eye

Just keep breathing

find my way through time

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