Knock knock

Someone knocks at my door. I look there pink holes. Look what I see in my past. It found me when I couldn't find my place. I closed this door many times. It always tries to find me a place in my life. It will use everything against me. So I won't open another door. So this door stays up. This is when I have to be strong. I can't look back. Something unique is coming my way. I get the joy of knowing that my life will change. It will take my break drew. But my past fear is coming to suffer because I use my words. My words are my voice. My past wanted to trap me. But my further have me. The past has me trapped. I am trying to get lost, But I only lose my voice. My past feels any happiness in my heart. I won't go back to a tell when there is a black cloud over me. It follows me. Ni where to hide. It is only me and my words. I want to be set free. Me and my words. My dreams are waiting for me. But my past got me by my leg. It gave me trapped with a feat. But every time I write, I step to get my life back. I want happiness, not fear. An affair does not know who is at the door. I am frozen with motion. But written defrost me with words. Writing saves me. Me and my feelings on a piece of paper. I should be on the bac