Wounds
To forget the past for just a moment seems an eternity upon forever, and it is not a relief upon my heart as though it should be. The past is a wound that will never close, festering inside my heart, clawing away at everything that made me happy.you've got your moments and your dreams come true, you dont need your memories. As for me, that's all I've got, making a wonderful mess of things. One day I hope these wounds will heal, my heart will mend, and my vision will clear, but until then I suppose I am just stuck in this disaster that defines my life as it decays into the summation of misery and chaos, cheers to life.