Remind me what it’s like To be lost in train of thoughts Then to be found by silent misery Where our weeps are often mistaken as raindrops, Our feelings falsely Accused of rage Our laughter comes off As childish.. mindless Remind me For my youth’s Already tarnished Bland Gray Numb Empty
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This piece is heavily influenced by the grief of losing ones memory of what childhood feels like. Its reminder sometimes spark a little hope throughout ones transition to adulthood.
Your words capture such deep emotion. It’s haunting yet also beautiful how you express the contrast between the weight of lost memories and the glimmers of hope that come with growing up. Remembering childhood, even through the lens of pain, can sometimes spark those little flickers of hope that guide us forward.🤗
