Photos on the wall,
Echoes of a life I can’t recall.
Fragments of moments, both bitter and sweet,
In a tapestry woven with memories I’d rather delete.

Photos on the wall,
Of times I’d rather forget.
I can’t pick and choose
Which memories to keep, which to lose.

Should I cherish the good,
Or dwell on the bad?
I’ll keep the photos on the wall,
But wish to erase the ones in my head.

Mentally fractured,
My mask worn thin,
Still struggling, still surviving,
As I fall apart within.

I fake the smile,
Trapped, going nowhere,
In a life that’s trying to break me,
With burdens too heavy to bear.

But even in the darkness,
A flicker of hope remains,
A stubborn light that refuses to dim,
A whisper that calls me by name.

So I’ll leave the photos on the wall,
A testament to the pain and the grace,
And while I may falter, stumble, and fall,
I’ll rise again, finding strength in this space.