Unforgettable Past

My eyes are shut and
they will not open
With each thought another
stich is sown 
Blood streams through and 
yet I do not listen
For to give in would be to
give my heart, soul, and body
I will not give in, my thought are
mine buried deep within 
Blinded by your own hate buried
deep within your soul
Forced to discard all reason after all
would that be a sign of treason 
Me myself must understand 
like oneself can 
That you are just being forced through 
your hate and sadness 
To look upon your past, and hate 
yourself forever more