Fighting not to forget | #E90

I can't remember their face.

Life feels like a broken puzzle,

That I have no hands to fix...

I can't remember my way home.

Everything's a mishmash of colors,

Abstract art, what is the meaning...

I can't remember what I did yesterday.

My childhood's still in the clear

But just for how much more...

I can't remember what life feels like.

I stopped living so long ago...