Thursday, February 26, 2009

Memories


They say that scent is the strongest trigger to memories,
and let me tell you how true that is. I was outside today
and people across the road were snowmobiling,
I could smell the exhaust and just like that my head
started overflowing with memories of him.
You see he always smelt like the inside of a body shop,
because he always worked on some kind of engine,
really that's my favorite smell in the world, I've always
been attracted to it. So when I smelt the exhaust he
was the only thing that flew through my mind,
not to mention the thought of knowing that I'm alone.
I can't stand to be alone, and the pain has gotten worse.
I've tried to be okay, I really have but the way I deal
with everything I feel will hurt me in the long run.
I've been drinking and cutting more than I ever have,
I know that its not right and that I shouldn't but I've just
gotten to the point where I don't know what else to do
or where to turn. I feel so lost. I'm just afraid I wont
make it this time.

2 comments:

  1. oh pleeeez talk to someone, see someone, reach out for help... don't allow yourself to get lost. please?

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  2. She sits in the dark,
    Afraid to see the light,
    Afraid that the scars she bears
    Are more than she can stand to see.

    Not scars one can see in a mirror,
    These scars are etched deep within
    Some are gaping wounds, still bleeding
    There are many scars and she fears them

    She fears the pain, 
    She fears the sting,
    She fears the healing,
    For healing means more pain 
    And she isn't sure she can handle more pain

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