A past

I wish I could forget my past,

the words that were said,

the action that were caused.

I wish I could forget everything,

just a memory,

a past one.

I wish I could forget the former me,

the one that caused harm,

the one that held the weapon.

I wish I could forget nothing

and just evaluate,

but it’s only begun.

My thoughts are spun

into a series of blurs,

making me forget life.

My mind is strung up

and hung on a wire,

set out to dry in the morning sun.

My body beat and tortured

just purely for fun

and I just don’t care.

My soul washed

to strip away

the dirt and grime.

My whole existence

was once nothing,

but now I’m here.