Today I didn’t die.
I feel like I should have though.
I should have died 5 years ago.
And now there’s nowhere to go.
Yesterday I could have died.
Just like you almost did.
Grabbed a knife, my life on bid.
Nothing ever so livid.
Tomorrow I might die.
Knowing that you don’t care.
Let me go back, relive that dare.
Maybe all will be forgotten <it’s unfair>.
It’s unfair that I let you do this to me.
It’s unfair that I cannot control the beads of blood.
It’s unfair I have to hide it from you.
You would just laugh and call me pathetic.
Just like you do behind my back.
Ever since that day.
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We can never change our past no matter how we wish
What we can do is to make a pact
With ourselves that no matter what
The past stays in the past and we move
forward by forgiving ourselves and those
that hurt us, who took a little bit more
of the innocence we once had when
life was shaped by playing in the sun with
dirt on our knees and hope in our eyes