Burning Memories

Way back when is only a reminder of what used to be
so I’m going to forget it,
because it only hinders me from moving on.
Yeah those days were fun,
but those days are over,
and now I’m remorseful, but only slightly troubled.
It’s odd really, I’ve gained more than what I lost.

I want to move on,
because it hurts so much when I remember way back when.
The memories are like a wall that keeps me from going on.
Past memories keep me awake and hurting.
So I’ll make sure I don’t have to feel it anymore
I’ll light a bonfire inside myself, and make it burn high.
I’ll toss every remembrance, every happy memory,
and every good feeling from the past in it.
Throwing anger like gasoline upon it.
As I watch it burn I’ll cry,
but I know this needs to be done
because all those memories no longer help me.
All they do is make my eyes water and burn,
and keep me living to my fullest.
I Watch it burn and after awhile it dies down and the smoke burns me eyes.
It hurt so much, but I finally destroyed what was hindering me.

I look out over the horizon and see the sun rising, oh daylight,
I haven’t seen the clouds part for so long.
But now they have and I’m free to move on.
Depression held me in its clutches for so long
I felt like I’d never find a home.
I determined I’d be a wanderer constantly searching for acceptance,
but thankfully it is not so.