I am broken.
I am bruised.
I've been used.
I've been hurt.
But even so with my last breath I will not scream at you no I will not yell at you...
What is the good in that?
The past hides dark secrets that haunt me still...at night sometimes I stay up because I can't sleep...I stay up for hours...
Why must I go through this pain?? Why can't I forget it all? Why why? Why must we remember everything including the worst ones...the ones you want to forget why are they the ones that you remember the most? Just wanting it to fade away...forget it all...but something seems to get in the way...every time I see you I get chills going down my spine...I feel cold...and to think that you don't think I remember what you have done...but sadly I remember everything....even thought I have tried to forget and cover these deep wounds...I'm scarred inside...I still ask my self why? I guess I'll never know why...
I am broken.
I am bruised.
I've been hurt.
But even so I will move on...bruised and scarred I will go on...watch me.