Why do I remember nothing,
Why is it that when I look back I see nothing,
I try to tear down that wall,
And what I get-
Is pain,
In its purest form,
A warning,
To not venture further,
For they have been hidden for a reason,
And that if I weren’t going to back off,
It’s going to wreck havoc,
For just one memory broke me,
I’d rather forget all of it,
Than face any of it.
