Faded Pictographs
Even memories aren't immortal
memories of a faded childhood
faces on the wall that aren’t even around anymore
moments that i can never salvage again
i regret taking my life for granted
memories of a faded adolescence
the girls in the hallway that i really had feelings for
now, I’ll never get to tell them how i feel
that chance is gone with the wind
i no longer exist anymore
memories of a faded family that wasn’t picture perfect
i could have done something to save them, but
i couldn’t even save myself,
so i was no better than them
memories of a faded adulthood
i was so close to being on my way
to extraordinary things in life,
i was blessed
i would’ve popped off with my books and everything
i would’ve gotten all the adoration and acceptance
that i always sought out
now i can never get it,
it’s too late to apologize for this mistake
i regret claiming my life, i should have
listened to my friends when they
were telling me not to do this
i regret taking my life, i should have gotten closer to Chelsey
i regret taking my life, i should’ve went back to the damn therapist
i regret taking my life, i should have hit that blunt again
why did i have to do this to myself
memories of human intimacy
i was capable of giving some out again
i should have been more receptive
i should have smiled more,
i should have never talked so much crap to people
i should have listened to my elders,
i never did anyway
i was a problem child with a head
stronger than some cast iron
no wonder that belt kept getting
brought down upon my behind
i should have never went through with it
it’s all a distant memory,
everything is fading
ahem, JADED
my existence has faded
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