PaSt TiMeS

Thinking of the past,
All that comes to me is hate...
The day you left,
I swear it was fate...

I chose to keep it quiet,
Knowing of the pain it would cause...
You were everyones perfect boy,
No one could see your flaws...

Still to this day,
No one knows the truth...
Through that time i lost many things...
But mainly my youth...

I always felt dirty,
Knowing of the things you had done...
I felt i could have done more,
But i knew i could never scream or run...

I fought hard though,
That i know is true!
I always felt a sense of achievement,
From the bruises i constantly gave you...

Each day i fight a battle...
A battle to stand strong...
But in time i came to realize,
That i not once did anything wrong...