Past
Shadows of the past,
an unseen future,
both hold joy and sorrow.
But still we live on with hope that someone at
sometime will come to heal the scars that others have left in our souls.
That is what drives people on in life,
Hope.
But for me hope and the promise of joy in some
distant future is not enough to over ride the pain of my scars.
I thought that you could help me move forward in life and you did,
till you tiered of me and my life.
I hate life!
Death looks far more pleasing in my eyes thanks to you.
You slipped through the walls I had made around my heart,
then you begin to rip it apart as painfully as possible.
You left me with out hope or trust, just pain and hate.
But it is as much my fault as yours,
I let you in my life, I trusted you.
A mistakes I don't plane to make again!
You are the shadow of my past.