• I hate my past.
    It drags me down,
    Down into the ground.
    My face is scraped,
    And I should bleed.
    But yet I don't,
    Instead I just feed,
    Feed on the pain.
    It kills my heart,
    It withers and dies,
    And leaving me cold.
    Now just a shell,
    A shell, my hell.
    All because of it,
    Because of my past,
    I hate my past.