My friend believes the slate can be wiped clean,
A brand new dawn, a fresh and vibrant scene.
They see a path where I can step anew,
And build a world where sorrow can\'t pursue.
Perhaps they think a journey far away,
Could shed the burdens of a past grim day.
Or maybe, to just whisper, \"Let it go,\"
And watch the shadows instantly withdraw.
They picture me, with courage, standing tall,
Unburdened by the memory\'s dark thrall.
But oh, dear friend, if you could only know,
The silent chains that make my spirit slow.
This isn\'t just a memory I can flee,
I am so trapped, eternally within me.
No visible bar, no tangible lock I find,
Just walls of silence, crushing heart and mind.
You speak of freedom, skies of endless blue,
While I am tethered, bound by what I\'ve been through.
You see the light, a hopeful, guiding star,
But I\'m ensnared, no matter where you are.
If only you knew just how deep I\'m caught,
This life you wish for, utterly unbought.