Memory
Everyday I have that same memory, The same memory that's playing right inside of me , Questioning whether it's a dream or reality, Or whether it was really just the death of me , Everyone thought there's no way that could be, To everyone else I was still happy and breathing, But to me, it was a massive change of scenery, I didn't have the strength to get up and leave my bed you see, The way I gained weight gave me even lower self esteem, I didn't want to go into college with everyone judging me, They would see me smile but that was all they were seeing , They'd question why I would still be partying and drinking, But to me that was my only way of escaping, The aching and all the thoughts I was shaping, I guess you could say I'm good at pretending and faking, Because those were the rumours they were making, Nothing has ever hit me this deep, I'm telling you after this I could barely even sleep, Everywhere.. is where I would weep, Fr