I fear of my past coming back. And with this pain of sorrow, I keep letting loose of it all. You tell me to be happy, but I keep failing. This broken wing butterfly can't fly high anymore.I felt like a slave to pain until God's miracle rescued me. I hurt the worst when depression is at its best. The words of fear that put the sorrow in my soul, leaves the throbbing pain of sickness in my stomach. Memories aren't meant to be changed by the past, but to be changed by the future. Memories are a part of my heart, for that will never change. You keep telling me I'll get better, but the shredders in my arms say different. When I stare at the stars that's when I fall apart.
