Broken Past

My broken past follows me in my shadow
it haunts me in my sleep
it awaits me when i walk out the door
its hiding under my bed when i think I'm alone
its the pain i take, the pain i hold that no one sees
the tears i try to shed but are held back
the pain in my hurt is growing
and this broken past is just a small cause of that pain
there is more to it i know, more to my hurting but I'm not sure what
but my broken past is responsible for most of this
its always there in my head, yelling at me, laughing when i fail
its the voice inside me that is trying to get out
i must not let myself go, and let the pain inside me become free