~ I feel something hurting me.
Something that's behind me.
I turn around to see what is it,
Oh look, it's my past.
It yells at me, telling me to quit.
Why does it keep on stabbing me?
Everyday it gifts me new scars.

~ The Future scares me specifically
because I am clueless about it.
It's hard to continue when you know
It's only going to get worse.
The past still follows me, it's like a curse. I don't live in the present.
My mind is always in the past it future.

~ I feel tired of everyday
Waking up with new scars.
Now it feels normal,
To cry more than to laugh.
The swords are to heavy to
Carry them in my heart.
When will it stop hurting?