Days of Darkness

Memories of the past bring with it the
   associated pain
Sometimes it holds me down almost
    driving me insane
It's a pain that I've carried since that day
    remembered
The dark days bring with it feelings of a
    heart severed
I want to tear from my chest what's
    broken inside
It should not matter if my heart has
    already died
Why does it still try to beat instead of
    decay
If given a proper burial would not the
    pain go away
I embrace this pain on some of my
    better days
It reminds me of what was lost and the
    memory stays
Existing still are days I find myself
    questioning why do I try
The blackest days are those I sit alone
    wanting to die

ChillNPsyco