It Did Not Happen

It leaves a bitter taste
When I face
Something from the past
Flashes really fast
And the sad sad phrase
It did not happen like arsenic lace
In my mind is uttered
My spirit does get butchered
Until saying it is what it is
Leaves me less pissed
That phrase gives me peace
And my regrets cease
I am amazed how some good self talk
Can again make me walk
The path of life with hope
When thoughts bitter like soap
Creep from the past
And make them don't last.