The Past

I feel no pain, I harbor no regrets,
I feel so at ease I could almost forget
How it feels to be alone and dying inside,
To build a fortress of lies behind which I can hide.
To push all my worries through a small glass pipe,
to escape the reality of this bitch called Life.
Doing whatever it took to destroy myself,
the Monster inside my own prison cell.
Yet I feel no pain and harbor no regrets,
it becomes easier and easier to forget
How I was led down roads that should never be followed,
And into the Darkness I let myself get swallowed.
Indulging in pleasures best left alone,
To constantly wander- never finding Home.
About the lives I've destroyed and the damage I've done,
While fighting the battles that I've finally won.
I now rise above the pain, and have no regrets,
For I finally see that I shouldn't forget,
How every path has brought me here,
Where I see a bright future so perfectly clear.
The journey I've made, and still must complete,
Is really so much a part of ME.
Without my past, I wouldn't be myself.
Now I tear down these walls of my prison cell.
So I feel no pain and harbor no regrets.
I am finally at peace, but will NEVER forget.
~GypsySpirit~