There was a time I had a purpose, an aim. Now I do not know why I even exist. For what? For whom? For what purpose?
Memories are what I have now. They are my greatest enemy, my innermost demons. They do not fade. No matter how long it has been, they still prick the inside of me, every single second. The pain, it never fades, it lingers. It hurts.
Memories do not fade. Especially the painful ones.
