What is the past?
A moment to be forgotten?
A moment to be shared?
I'd say either may be true,
Life is life and we take what we get.
It may not seem fair but it's true.
Things may not be perfect,
You might even call them horrid
But even so life is a gift to appreciate.
Memories can seem wrong,
But future can be changed.
When life may seem scary,
May even seem worthless,
The future will be there to catch you.
Stay alive, breathe again
Live with truth not with lies
The time will come
And the pain will finally disappear.