Sorrows

I dwell on my past so I know where to go

For where is the future without memories to show?

As time passes by, some wounds just won't heal

But I've tasted the poison, why not finish the meal?

Like when you try to move forward,

But there's that kink in your mind,

That screams one step closer is ten steps behind.

And we're back where we started,

Chained to the weight of regret, remorse, self-pity, and hate.

Trust me I know, and I've carved it in stone.

On a brick in the back of my mind I call home

Where the building is strong, and the yard is at peace

And it's hard to spot flaws from the edge of the street

But if you hurdle the fence, and walk through the door,

And climb down the stairs leading under the floor.

Where a father abused you, where a girl once amused you,

Where the only person you trusted used you

A basement of memories, all locked in my head

If I don't dwell on my past I'm better off dead