My Memory

I run inside my memory,
around around my mind.
Scared of all the answers,
scared of what I'll find.

Lost so deep inside me,
are things I want to hide.
I don't want to remember,
the pain I left inside.

There are reasons I forgot,
the things from long ago.
There are really just to many things,
that I don't want to know.

Why my parents fight so much,
why daddy always yells.
When did all this happen?
It's what my memory tells.

When did I start cutting?
Why did I get raped?
Why did all this happen?
Who decides my fate?

Why is no one there for me?
Why am I a mess?
What has possibly happend?
What's caused all my distress?

Why am I not happy?
Why can't life go like I planned?
Why does no one love me?
Why won't you hold my hand?

When did life go so wrong?
When did all this start?
All the answers are in my head,
tearing me apart.

I run inside my memory,
around around my mind.
Scared of all the answers,
scared of what I'll find.