Dead memories

I stare around this empty space
Hoping to feel some kind of grace.
The photographs are scattered on the floor
Reminding me you're really, truly gone

I feel the tears falling down my cheeks
As I take the knife to my skin
Let me feel something
Other than the pain
And hurt of your abandonment

I leave my house tonight
Bare-footed I walk over the grass and mud
I sit down before you
Wishing it wasn't true
How could you go and do it?
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
Let me put the dead memories to rest

The End

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