Gripping the past so eagerly
Strangling the joy from my day.
Bleak understanding and realization
That the only one who can make me move,
Is me.

You can't move me any longer
You can't hold me down either,
for nothing you can say or do,
can I be held accountable
Because I have grown
Stronger.

Your words do linger in my mind
And the sting of your touch.
But now with the longing dying
I can say I don't miss it that much

This hallway is so dark sometimes,
Why am I not moving..
Just staring at the closed, and locked door
To my past. I need to open another door
And close the box of my crimes.