kendra swan

Rookie - 0 Points (september 25,1996)

My Past Is Living Torture - Poem by kendra swan

Everyday there's pain in my chest.
Remembering that i hurt you.
You say that you know that im sorry.
You dont.
You dont know how horrible i feel.
Knowing that i hurt someone i love.
No one knows what goes through my mind when they mention how careless i was.
I hate myself for hurting you.
I really want you to give me a second chance.
To prove i'm different.
To prove i love you.
People say forget the past.
I've tried.
I relive that day everytime i see you.
My past is pointing it's ugly fingers at me.
Laughing at me.
Knowing its torturing me.
Its slowly breaking me until i break down altogether.
There's not long left now.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

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