Bitter memories
Memories hold on to my mind-
Long suppressed by my heart;
Grew bitter and deeper with time,
Awakening my slumbering nights.
Is it my pseudo thought,
Or bad heart giving threat?
That when'em flashbacks rush,
Bitter memories hammered my head.
The only kin worth sharing
My unending bitter tears-
Was my pillow under head
Which I hold onto dear.
These bitter memories of pain;
Pain of being unheard, unwanted
Wouldn't have haunted me now
Had I not buried in the depth.
So when someone's hurting you,
Cry it out, don't you ever
Buried under your skin deep
Lest it makes your life bitter.
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