Bits of Pictures

As old as it may seem,
It comes a whole lot different story,
Some i would want to share with the next generation,
And a little part of it,
Just between me and him is enough,
But there are some,
Let fire burns the memory that i want to erase,
Although so,
The past is still something that lies within me,
Deny it as i may,
The talks and all the more,
Can still bleed the old wounds,
With your own word i kept,
'Protecting me from everything' you say,
Is what lead you to me.

Sure it does tell a lot story,
What happen in between it,
The eyes can talk a lot,
Even still picture you see,
I might as well make it a book of my own,
But it stopped,
Ain't no more my face that you might see,
Behind the camera itself is me,
As people ask the reason for my missing,
Starting the day i ruin my past,
My life ends at the age of 20,
I kept myself in the dark,
Mourning for my mistake,
Indeed until now,
I'm unable to tell the very own secret.