Haunted by the Past

The apple of your eye

The wind beneath the leaves

Every word is a lie

And nothing is as it seems

The pain could always wane

The cuts and bruises will heal

But when my memories freely rein

My hate can not be concealed

Your actions were not judicious

Drugs have muddled you fragile mind

But your actions, so vicious

Have made me so unkind

Can I / Will I / How can I heal?

Lost, broken, full of hate

Too numb to know how i should feel

From the past I need to wake

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