My past is shame

My past It's dark no one knows what it's like to be me no one could even Imagine even if I told them about my past scars. Some times late at night in my dreams my past haunts me, No matter how far I ran it's all ways there. It's a shadow that follows me all ways two steps behind me. No matter how hard I try to forget and try not to remember. I want to be saved to be loved for me! I want to see the light. Not to be haunted by my past anymore.