Suffering for all this time, Iâve slowly died inside.These bleeding wounds have not yet healedand I canât escape the pain.Now I need to find the strength to leave it all behind.My past wonât be my fate and my scars wonât hold me down.I have to save myself.Memories, they haut my life,nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,trapped again in my own hell,I face the truth alone, when all is said and done,you canât keep looking back.So, dry those tears and wish the pain away…