Dust Covered Yesterdays

I am not referring to the demons that were cast from the heavens
These are the dusty diary filled with the worst moments of life shoved in the back of the closet in the basement
The ones you try desperately to keep hidden from prying eyes or loving hands
The books that you wished you could burn but really you are afraid that if you forget you will lose the character of who you are today
So you spend all your time trying to forget they exist and secretly wish that they really didn’t
Every once and a while, you find yourself dusting them off to read those awful moments
Throw yourself a pity party and then bury it again
It’s not real, it never happened, it never hurt, and it was never there
Shh, Shh
Hush now, you don’t want to wake up the repressed thoughts
The silent screams or secret plots to throw your life away
Sleep now, then there will be nothing to be afraid of
Because in your dreams no one knows, not even you