My past, my mistekes
Things I did in the past
Staying close to me.
I regret,
I suffer,
I cry,
But they wouldn’t leave
Why?
Yes I was stupid
yes I was naïf
and yes, maybe I still am
But I try,
I do my best,
To do those things I must do;
to listen,
to forgive,
to relativities,
But it’s never enough
Sometimes I did thing
they didn’t understand…yet
now it’s to late, now they know,
I wasn’t that wrong
I did things, they were wrong and
stupid, now I know I understand
but…
It’s always to late
they hurt me,
I hurt then
and you cane never take away the pain
It stay’s close
It’s a enemy
it’s a nightmare
Every time I here there names
Every time it hurts, my hart scrimps
I have to get over it
I have to go farther whit my life
But I can’t, not yet….