Time To Go: A Poetry Collection

Pain of The Past

I spent a little time picking up broken pieces of glass,

Understanding that what we had fell into the past.

I was changing, realizing what it felt like to be free.

Before, my will was beyond what you could see.

And soon, I started to like this life,

But then you hit me again with that dreadful knife.

I was used to doing things you couldn't let me do,

Started fullfilling those dreams of mine that you could see through.

You drowned it all out again,

And I wasn'r so reckless now, didn't let myself feel that pain.