My past is in the past. I no longer live there. 

I live here. Where everything is safe. In my own little bubble. 

Where no one will be able to say anything about those days.

I no longer live in those ways. 

I scream for help but no one understands. I don't expect them to. 

Because I don't. 

The past was something that was meant to never last.

I know things happen for a reason. I know you say those words for your own purposes and I understand that.

I can't be mad at you for not understanding. 

Let's just forget about the past. It's the past for a reason.