Scared

People say,

It's just the past.

People say,

They're just memories.

They don't realize

That past

And those memories,

Shot a hole

Through my heart

Head

And soul.

The three biggest things

That make up a person

No longer

Exist within me.

I try

To force myself to be happy.

But from now on,

I'm just going to be me.

The real me.

The one who,

Has this uncontrollable pain

That never goes away.

I know it may seem

That all I ever do

Is think about my life.

But think about this,

How would you feel

If you had my past

Present

And future?

It doesn't feel good.

I'm sorry I flinch

At a simple high five.

I'm sorry I'm Emo,

And always wear black.

This is just the way I am.

I'm scared

My past will repeat itself.

I'm scared

My past has messed me up so bad

That my future is screwed too.

I'm just...

Scared