Every damned day, people tell me to let go of my past.
They don't realize that i cannot.
The people that i have seen,
The fires that have been made,
The blood that has spilt.
They don't realize our past makes us who we are today.
You can't change your past, and they say you can however.
But if our past makes us, then it too makes our future.
You all are wrong.
So rather than telling me to forget it all,
simply hug me, and tell me, that things will get better.
That is all i ask for.