Its a lie they feed you From the moment you are born Its in the past Whats done is done They say you can escape your past But thats a damn lie Your past is a ball and chain clamped on your leg as if you are a prisoner And in a sense you are Youre a prisoner of your own mind Everyday you are dragged down back into those darkest of memories Every small insignificant detail of another person’s life is the gateway to your own personal hell that only you can see You try to explain You try to make them see But all they see is their own reality The one in which they aren’t wrong The one in which their mistake didn’t just ruin your life The one in which you are okay But you can barely walk Because there it is again That ball and chain Weighing you down Dragging you to the bottom of the river until the air leaves your lungs and you are left to inhale those poisonous rumors until they tear you apart from the inside out They aren’t even true Someone took some small truthful detail that someone may have possible whispered to another person Then they pasted it int google translate and put it into 50 languages and then back to english Them they posted it online where someone screenshoted half the post and blurred the words Then your best friend deciphered it and asked you something about yourself that wasn’t even true But she never defended you But its all in the past now, right Its not like everthing takes you back to that moment when you realized how alone you really are Nah Thats crazy