Memories I Wish I Could forget

I close my eyes but the past keeps playing like a film I never asked to watch. It doesn’t rewind. It repeats. Over and over until it feels like now. A laugh that wasn’t real. A goodbye that came too early. A promise never meant. I touch today but yesterday grips my fingers. It whispers in the voice I thought I forgot. I want to forget. But my mind remembers in colors too sharp, in sounds too loud. And I hate how some memories don’t fade they follow Still, I stand. Still, I breathe. Still, I walk forward with shadows on my heels. I carry them, not because I want to but because they remind me what I’ve survived.