What good is it to hold onto the past anyway?
It never helped you.
It was never there for you.
Full of your demons, of what you hid in your closet of secrets.
Like a dam, ready to burst
The past can pour right back into you.
Haunting you, a ghost of your own rash decisions and choices.
Run away from it.
Leave it behind.
Don't forget it, but make it forget you.
Because maybe, just maybe,
If life had gone differently,
You wouldn't have needed to be there in the first place.