Scarlet

Memories.

                   Why are they called that?

                                                                   The word “memories” makes it seem                                                                   that they are impossible to forget.

Now, I know it’s hard

to forget sometimes.

There are still some

memories that I wish

I didn’t remember.                         But, they’re just the stubborn ones.

                I don’t know what I’d do

          if I actually could forget

          those nasty memories

          that think it so amusing

          to infest my already

          disrupted mind.

                   I’d probably have some sort

                   of celebration. It might

                   even begin to pave the road

                   to healing for me. Haha.

                   Who am I kidding? I’m never

                   going to forget those

                   terrifying nights, never going

                   to be able to place them in my

                   past to die, and, at this rate,

                   I’m never going to be able to

                   forgive the bastards either.

                                       After all,       they’re the one         who    made me

this way.

Hmm, that’s an

interesting

thought. If I can’t

forget, maybe a

little payback is

in order. Anyone

up for sweet, sweet

revenge?

Yes, that sounds terrific.

Murder might be taking it a little too far,

but I can really hurt them if I play

by their own rules.

You know? The ones

they used when they

ruined my life.