Papers unforgotten
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Dedicated to my best friend, Hannah. Where would my life be without your crazy-ness around?
Stacks and stacks of paper lie all around the floor.
I don't touch them.
I don't go near them.
They hold memories,
That I hope I will throw out the door.
But I know for a fact that they will soon be wet,
With tears streaming down my face,
And promises that were supposed to be kept.
Some are crumpled,
And some are just written.
But they will soon be covered with my blood,
That the knife that has bitten,
Into my thin, pale wrists.
I hope my family doesn't find out.
Or I will have to make more lists.
The lasts words I finally say,
'Please pretend I don't exist'.
That once sentence,
I guarantee,
Will forever always,
Hold them at bay.
Now why do I write this last one you ask?
That's silly.
I thought you didn't care about me.
I thought that you would be happy if I left.
Are you taking that back now?
Well too fucking sad.
Now go,
Live your life.
Don't feel bad for what you said.
This is a much better place.
Even where this paper lies,
It will be here forever.
Do you think the people across the street remember me?
I sure as hell wouldn't.
But what do you think they would say to me?
I would reply,
'Shut the fuck up kid,
And stay the hell away from me.'