Poem of the past at last.
It's hard to forget the past, knowing that it's on you like that. Seeing somebody or something making you feel lonely, but again I'm here lonely writing poetry. Nobody joins me helps me in forget about the past that makes me mad, All I do is forget how bad its made all my friends and lads. When I finally remember the last time of my horrible past. I know I will be looking on the future and ever making my past look like breakable glass, smashing through it so I can be happy at last. Cause we all just know he past is the past and it haunts you every day when you think about the past and when all the days go by saying "I have made this far the past is not any were near me as far as I know." But knowing everyday you think about the past, wishing you could get over it so many time's. But all the time you stick a knife to your heart and never shove it in because it's the past not the thing that stops you from going fast into your happiness at last.