A short, funny poem

Memories were hanging on the walls of my soul
In the funerary display of a lost life.
I watched it everyday - i had no choice -
As the defunct silence of this place
Scraped my mind with its sorrow carring nails.

I tried one day to auction my secret self,
But no one would buy it.
Too fastidious, they said.
So, having to prepare for the next exhibition,
I've just thrown all my memories away.

Here we have now just a boundless room.
So today, I was totally empty on the inside,
Felt how my faith in future bliss starts to collide.
But...thinking at the days before,
This was a good day,after all...