he talks about fighting.
the images in my mind
that form with that one single word.
the screaming... i can hear it
still.
i cant take it when i think about that day
i cant control what comes into my head
i cant block the images that should be dead.
im scarred for life
bcz of that single day.
and yet you wonder why i dont like fighting?
you didn't see what i saw.
you didn't hear what i heard.
you didn't feel how i felt.
you wont ever be scarred by that day
bcz it wasn't for you to witness,
even now i dont want to tell you
i dont want to poison someone else's mind
bcz i feel like sharing what happened to mine.
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