The past is over right?
Then how does it seem to haunt me?
Everyday it seems to find away into my thoughts.
It doesn't seem to go away.

You try to push them away,
But in the end they never leave.
Thoughts surround me like bullets,
Leaving me to surrender.

They say hold on, it will be okay,
The rain will disappear and the thunder will stop
Everyday I wait patiently,
But everyday the clouds are still there.

-hannah