These Broken Memories

The memories haunt you forever.

The white walls,
the shots,
the searches,
the med lines.

The drama queen,
the funny one,
the one with hatred in her eyes,
and the one that screams in the night.

the confused,
the abused,
the broken,
and the bruised.

Each has their own story,
but here their lives intertwine.

They smile,
they laugh,
they joke,
they understand.

They never leave your mind.
♠ ♠ ♠
made some changes to this old poem and reposted it