Letting go

How and why I kept asking myself I placed the real me upon a shelf I would never ever seek help I held back because of all the pain I felt. Letting go is hard It's impossible to discard something you still love.The memories it has , yeah, I know it's the past. I know it's behind me , but I keep running back. Everywhere I turn, all I see is black. Lost is space with no way to escape There is still a love. There's still a trace of you I still and do think about you But I guess I have to start a fresh and begin a new