Memories are terribly wonderful things.

They can remind you of happiness and success,

or they can bury you under grief and regret.

You can give in to them and dive

into madness, or rise above and

soar away, looking back with abhorrence.

How do I know? *chuckle* I

fell into madness long ago,

I have been shattered and

clumsily glued back together as if by a child.

Those Like me don't need

sympathy or pity, just someone who will

set themselves aside to help. We don't tell

because everything is the

same. The pity---No Let Me Talk.

You all pity us, but don't do a thing to

help us. We sit

here suffering, asking for help, and

You. Just. Watch.

Are we that much of

a bother, a revolting

creature? Is it you don't want to see the

real world so you can go on living your

"perfect life?" Well I've got neds for you,

We're still here. I plan to haunt your

memories. You are all the same. Are

you hurt? Well you

have no idea what

the rest of us go

through. Open your eyes

it can make for some

pretty good memories.