Kareema Muhammad - Another Memory

Behind my closed door im cring lookin dwn at my wrist seein my past.walkin around wit mi head up high, and a fake smile on my face.Truthfuly im dien on the inside, fixin everyones problem, not knoein how to fix my own.Cant rele take the pain, so i pull out my razor puttin another memory on my arm, cring harder as the apin gets deeper.Seein the memory run slowly down my arm.Noone carin enough to see my pain.Not seein the tears of the pain that once left my eyes.tired of bein labled, being judge.The feelin of being left out in the rain.Wantin to end it all, but not havin enough courage.Wantin to end the pain so bad, but once more i can only creat another memory.

Kareema Muhammad

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