Broken memories

Do you remember,

because I always do.

How we were little kids,

elbows dirty, knees black and blue.

Days from my past,

like movie scrolls playing in my head.

I can think back on those days,

and all the things we should have said.

But my present day is so fucked up,

I day dream to pass the time.

I can't remember yesterday,

add in that final bottle of wine.

Xanax blurred, my mind is fuzzy,

chunks of my day have disappeared.

People try to give out opinions,

they judged, they interfered.

But do they know what it is like,

to wake up a total stranger.

It's like I've been wired wrong,

My sanity is thin, my minds in danger.

I want to just feel normal,

can't I get one day of immortality.

I have to use a substance,

to get through my everyday reality.

I hate that I'm just a number,

I hate that my mental health is just a game.

If they lived a day in my head,

I bet they'd feel the same.

So I can think back,

and remember long ago days.

But if you ask me about yesterday,

those memories are floating around in my mind maze.

-LaurenAshley