The Heart of memories

These memories that are in my heart some good most bad. These memories make me weary in my heart and soul. The memories are very persistent never letting me close my eyes pulling my hair tight. These memories torment day and night, when I am alone or with friends, never a dull moment. I won't, I can't face them. My heart and soul are so scared its so hard to fight the memories because they hurt so bad inside.Its like a record player playing the memories over and over and making my heart hurt. I try to console myself by telling myself "I am fine", "I am okay" or I am cool. I try to cease the mountain of tears and as I dry my tears I see your ugly face and "bam" the pain hits my hearty and soul once again. This heart will no longer hide none and will tell all. There is this fear of moving on, scared of change. Memories are all pain in vain. Memories are like dreams, a reflection of the past, and its also what has built "me as me" today. Each day is a hope for a beautiful day and have a special, sweet, and true memories.