Me :
Do you remember the cause of the scars?
The ones you buried underneath the,
Pile of happy memories, safely tucked away in your mind,
Do you feel a little broken?,
A little crushed by the weight of these sorrowful tomes,
Did you try to wriggle free, and come back to these heathen homes?


Myself :
The scars have faded now, but still, I feel their ghostly chill,
A shiver down my spine,
A memory I can't leave behind.
So I buried them away, deep beneath each sunny day,
But sometimes they come creeping back,
When I'm alone, and lying in my rack.
I try to find release; but can't find any peace,
So I stay up all night long,
And make a poem, of a...