desolation memories

This razor blade,
That sits in plain view,
Isn't nearly as sharp,
As my memories of you.

The wounds always heal,
Only to open again,
I guess that makes,
Forgetting a sin.

My head is so cramped,
I need to get out,
It's so depressing,
You're all I think about!

Why'd you leave,
You at least owe me an explanation,
Perhaps it will save me,
From my desolation.

Everyday I wake up,
I listen to our song,
I can't help but wonder,
What I did wrong.

I want to shut people out,
And never let them in,
With no ties to loved ones,
My destruction can begin.

My heart is broken,
But it keeps beating on,
It hurts so much,
I wish it was gone.