Standing alone in the dark digging my own grave.
No one is here to look at me and witness.
Remembering flashbacks &memories passing by in my brain like a huge wave.
From Hurt, Anger, and refusing forgiveness.
I am sorry if i am going to be harsh and rude.
But tonite i am cleaning the attic.
It's filled with alot of questions and confused mood.
I feel everything that relates to me is stuck with me like a addict.
I hate my past and everything in it.
It messed up my mind somehow.
Maybe led me to drugs&i lost track no time to cry i cant re-live it.
I can indeed change the future and i start now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem