That Song
That song
It’s playing again
Evoking memories
Memories best left untouched
But still, I listen to it
I let it play
While fresh tears stain my face
A hollow, empty feeling
Growing in my chest
The memories pass by
Stabbing into everything
My mind
My heart
My soul
All because of one song
That song
I played it for her
I sang it to her
Listened to it with her
So much that when it comes on
The weak bindings I placed in myself,
To keep me together
They fall apart,
Just like me
All because of a song
A song that makes me cry
A song that makes me hurt
A song that makes me die inside
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I am a high school student at a small school, I've been through a lot so far throughout my life, but there are three things that I normally write about: I write about the depression that I battle every day and often lose to, and I write about the two women that I've fallen in love with, both of which left, and I'm never going to see either one again. If you like my writings, please e-mail me at [email protected]. It helps to know when people enjoy or relate to the things that I write.
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