In my head I try my best to repress my bad memory.

Then life hits me both mentally and physically. 

The days I use to love fade into a distant energy .

Black heart poisoned by all of the hate and bad blood ,

so I close my eyes trying not to create a sick grudge. 

Demons  seek revenge but my soul morns for peace. 

I wish the world could be on the other side looking out instead of in .

I feel hurt but no one notices because I pretend, back then there were no limits to things I did just to fit in .