Which Path?

I am glued to this crumbled path,

The cracks in every stone represent every cut in my heart.

Thick blood is splattered down the pathway, as if I was to follow it.

Everything around me is insipid.

The gardens around this place have slowly rotten with time.

The sky is raining hard, symbolizing the tears I cry.

My feet are chained to weights,

Pushing myself forward used up all my strength.

Is this the path I am to follow?

Will I never feel happiness?

My jaundiced view on life made me end up on this eerie path,

It wasn’t my fault though,

Trauma and abuse lead me here,

My depressed life damaged everything.

I was raised to be dogmatic, open minded was not an option.

I want to change paths,

But I’m chained to this path.

Should I just forgive and forget?

Then the weights will be gone.

Or should I keep my hatred?

I don’t know a positive thing about that,

besides the feeling of it being right.