Ah. The past.

The one thing I hate.

It makes my heart ache,

Trying to think of my past.

My heart aches, 

In sadness.

In longing.

I long to go back.

To be back home.

With my friends. 

With my real family.

Not those pricks,

Who treat me like shit. 

My real family.

Who accepted and loved me,

More than my other one did. 

I wish I could go back.

To a better past.