Me before my memories
Little did I know that I'm still drowning in my mistakes . Still haunted by those memories where I tore myself to be someone I never was. Little did they know I tried to pick myself piece by piece in the hope that slowly but surely I'd be back with the ones I had lost. As they sleep I'm still breaking a little inside my mind. They say forgiveness is great but why do I still feel the sting when I stand in front of them . All I wanted was time but I was too late. The ships have sailed far beyond the eyes can see and I'm left stranded .... the me before those memories.