Forgetful

I forget a lot of things

Like where I left my keys

When my next dentist appointment is

The reason for entering a room

My parents’ birthdays

What on earth I did last night…

(thank you alcohol)

But more than anything

I need reminding of why I am here

The good that I do

The help I provide

Because when I forget this

All I can think about

Is the harm I have caused

The hurt I’ve brought

And carrying on becomes so hard

 

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