How can I see clearly?
My eyes forced to see in ways that traumatize my dreams.
Positive thoughts, slowly ran away.
As I reach out,
Holding on to the thoughts I have as they seep out.
Talking to her makes me think about
The days when love was all I could think about.
She writes down her thoughts,
As I read her mind, I understand she also sees my pain,
She sees me differently in life.
My eyes forced to see in ways that traumatize my dreams.
Today just feels like one of my Saturday's...
Another one of my sadder days.
As my scars fade away on the outside,
they grow deeper within.
But I'll pretend not to see the war within me.
The many battles I feel defeat.
My pain screams quietly,
Softly, echo's of sadness fill my mind.
Can you see my smile slowly making you turn away from my pain?
The pain I choose to hold...
Pain I choose to hold...
I choose to hold...
Choose to hold...
To hold...
Hold… everyone's pain.
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