I wish the constant reminder of my past would dissapear.
The parts I miss, the ones that I can still see just as clear.
It's not fair, the changes we are forced to face.
I always have the remembrance resting on my shoulders everyday.
The weight of the world is so heavy.
Sometimes I wish my fears weren't so exposing.
The burning, the taste, the feel of a memory.
So deep it forces it's meaning into me.
Hate is a strong word, but I can't help but feel.
I hate this with a passion.
It's like a disease consuming with rage while flowing through my chaotic mind.
Hollow, yet so much remains.
The past is real and it can't be erased.
So many flaws and imperfections.
Behind exposes the truth of sleepless nights.
Along with wrongs, there were so many rights.
Life is a lesson with different truths and turns.
Whichever way taken we are either forced to remember or forget.
Our emotions captivate our minds
leaving us with only it to feed off what was left behind.
We all have to face it, it can't be avoided.
Reailty isn't a joke. It is real, it is here.
This is true, for the past and present will never be the same.
Forever doesn't exist, maybe in memory but never in reality - Me
