The past can be hurtful if you don't learn to let go*
The past is barbwire
& I'm clenching a handful
Never healing; always bleeding.

I can't let go, closed fists is all I know
Hoarding memories
Not matter how much pain is bestowed

Pain, Pain go away...
Come back another day.
You see my smile,
so go away.

My heart is pounding,
my soul is lifted.
Energy rushes through my veins,
and heart.

No need for pain,
no need today.
Standing up to you is
piece of cake.

So off you go,
as I stay.
Happy and calm for the rest of
the day.

No need for pain, no need
for doubt.
Let the happiness and glee
sprout.

Pressing the blade to her delicate skin,
Crimson red leaves her body, releasing the pain in her soul