Ghosts of my Past
Just a random short poem that I decided to write and not make the usual length.
The ghosts of my past are merely shadows on the wall
All the guilt and pain of my life seems like it's trying to snowball
In the long, cold years that I've endured I've tried to change
But no matter how hard I try it all seems so far out of range
My struggle is breaking me apart and tearing me down
I'm so deep in my sorrow it feels as if I might drown
I feel like this is the only outlet for all of my self-hate
All I can do is acknowledge that this isn't something to debate.