anonymous one - The past

i stand alone
trying to breathe
i walk out
and start to leave

i walk alone
trying not to think of the past
walking the road
trying to move on fast

the past has happend
the past has hurt
the past is over
yet thers still blood on my shirt

i never thought
i could lose the one i love
the one that meant so much
the one thats now above

the tears fall down
every single day
its always gona be like this
painful in all the same way

i try to end it
by takeing the knife
i hold it to my wrist
trying to end my life

but the good lord above
came down onto me
made me breathe
and set me free

anonymous one

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-past-47/