The Past... Poem by Anastasija Bobileva

Feel broken down, my body aches
My heart it bleeds from my past mistakes
Old memories, old actions, old regrets,
It seems someone never forgets.

A smile is just a gesture,
That's made on one's face,
What if they knew,
All i needed was space?

So scared and feeling so alone,
The coldness fills my every bone,
No food, no sleep, can't think at all,
Each way I turn, another wall.

This darkness haunts my very soul,
My world seems dead I've lost controll.
The only weapon is my pen,
Depression has moved in again.