Painful memories of my past
what are they, truly
is it just the imagination
one of a frightened child?
Who is that person
who did those things to me
did those things really happen to me
why can't I make myself understand?
Memories, or imagination
are these sinful and hurtful memories
or is it just an overactive imagination
one of a sick and twisted child?
No matter what, as the nightmares haunt
and the flashbacks get brighter
I ponder my memory
what really happened those nights?
In the end, killing myself slowly
with the piercing pain of unknown
the blade slips quickly
as I wonder, Memories, or Imagination?
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Written October 7th, 2005
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I'm happy you liked my saying. I was going to use it in a poem but i cant think of what to say or how to use it, so be my guest and you can remember it/use it all you want! lol! and I'm so sorry you cant even remember who did it! Noone deserves that! and especally you! You are a very strong, wonderful person from everything i know of you! And I hope one day you are at peace with all of this stuff...
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thanks so much sweetie
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Wow, that makes a lot of sense... and no im almost positive it wasnt my father, it couldnt have been him, i just wish i could find out who so i could be at peace with it...but like i said, u made a lot of sense and i love your saying... if you dont mind id like to remeber that... take care and thanks for reading!
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This is a really good poem... I also agree with the above.. It was really deep a really meaningful write.. keep it up
~Kate~
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i agree with Die befor I wake. This poem is truly sad and the saddest thing is i can relate to it at least a little bit, just not with my father. It remindes me of this saying I made up one day that goes "Cut my wrists and watch me bleed...now tell me it wasnt a memory..." yeah, that has scarred me badly, but I'm over it now. I know what happened, it wasnt a dream like i keep telling myself, it was a memory, but I'm done crying over it. And im done bleeding over it, i deserve more than that at least. And it says this is personal, so I only hope that you can cope with what ever happened to you.
Allie -
sounds like a poem of a raped or molested child.. maybe by her father, but she trusted him so much that she just doent want it to be true... that she just doesnt want to stop trustign him, she wants it to be imagination... you really told a story...
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