I have seen pain the likes you cannot percieve
I can feel this pain so deeply I cannot hold back tears
I can dream about things you could not imagine even seeing
Watching others die from war, accidents, life
My imagination is my own demise
Because at a moment's notice
It can take me through hell
Without any warning
Anything can act like a trigger
From a movie, a song, even a thought
I can sometimes fight it off
Sometimes it wears me down
Tears out my heart and destroys it
Sadly I don't die from this tearing
Rather it eats at my spirit, my mind
Beckoning to think of darker things
About life, about love
It leaves me with a thought
If it is done for the best of intentions
Is it still wrong?
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