free

At night, I open the window and let the breeze in. So it can take all this natively. Hopefully, this memory will always fade. Too much cloud over my head. I want to be accessible to all this memory. I just wanted to be free from the pain my past had caused me. But when I write, freedom comes over me. But the doubt I put on myself. The seeds you put in my mind. It makes me feel trapped in a world of broken emotions. So now I am numb by pain. Hopefully, I can be free from the aftermath of the past. I am trying to push through dark days. But the memories in my head are clear as night and day. The pain and fears cloud my judgment. © All Rights Reserved