I just wrote this, it isn't something written for something specific (so there aren't many rhymes) It is just the sudden feeling I got. I get the feeling a lot, but it just hit hard right now. This all kills I am the forgotten So do a little dance and smile I see I am the only one affected A memory at best. Returning is hard. My status is removed, destroyed and spat on. Individualism is not present here So I wish to go home Where I am a memory at best. Sickness spreads like the wind I've been trying to hold on as best as I could If only you'd tell me what to do, I understood. I've been under the impression that I was nothing Stripped down to the mere thought. Could I change myself? Become more than a memory. Outstretched, reaching for something, please give me something. Your words, those daggers of truth. It fuckin kills me. A memory at best, I can't breathe. Was I the silver lining for us? Did I hold us together? I feel sick, like my heart is locked away. Someday I will be better. Someday I will be more than a memory. I'm coming home.
You do a great job of tying together each stanza with the references to memories at the end of each. I could see this being presented as a spoken word piece. I like it.