The Past Is The Past

Thinking about the past,
how I wish it would go away,
because then I wouldn't have to worry,
worry about asking Zach to stay.

He still thinks of the old me,
the one who didn't care,
and went out with other guys,
how life is so unfair.

Sometimes I wish it would go away,
life I mean,
then I wouldn't be able to feel,
my feeling inside that scream.

All the pain bottled insisde,
just want to let go,
too late I already tried,
and there's something you should know...

People love you,
and they love what you do,
so don't waste your life,
by saying were through.

Just be yourself,
love the ones around you,
get out of the dark,
because the past you can't undo.

*This poem I wrote last night but nothing inspired me to write it...sometimes I think I am losing my touch. But PLS Comment!!