Love and Hurt

The Past

What can I do

What can I be

With my past hanging over me

I feel like a child

I feel like a slave

Forced to obey the past I cannot change

It is dead

It does not exist

I tell myself

But that does not quell this feeling of dread

Still it dwells in my head

I know I am forgiven, the things I have done

Yet I feel undone

I feel I have become corrupt

Abruptly it happened

Thoughts became words

Words I shouldn't have said

So I feel dead inside

I feel I have betrayed

The one who I trust

The one who I want to trust me

It is dead, It is dead

I yell

I watched as my heart fell

Curled up in the corner of my soul

I watched as it broke

But that part of me doesn't exist anymore

It is dead

This poem was based off my own pain and this statement from a book:

"The past is dead, it doesn't exist"

-Requiem

This is so true and I strive to remember that.