Tuesday, November 6, 2018

No One

If I win the war why am I silent 
If I made it why are there stitches in my chest 
If I’m the beloved why is my gun empty 
I’m lost in the desert 
We are the only ones left 
Aren’t we ? 

I’m the one aren’t I ? 
They say I’m tangled 
As I run away from your accident 
It’s like I’m fine leaving the scene of this crime 
They ask if I’m alright 
I think I’m in shock 
As they report it on the news tonight 
Yeah it’s that kind of story 
Right ? 

I couldn’t  explain it if I tried . 
I’m like the tomb raider in this ordinary life 
No one could ever know what it was like 
The strife . 

It’s like the twisted metal of the wreckage is my life 
But hold on I’ll brush off my knees 
Wash off the tears 
Hide the make up smeared across my face 
Because I’m just fine ...... 

You say you get it 
No one gets it . 
I’m a different breed 
I’m branded . 
I’ve been in a different story 
The kind you see in those movies . 
I try to live this normal life 
But then the memories hit me . 

I’m a modern day super hero
My nights aren’t coffee and tea 
My gun is empty 
I’m healing 
You almost destroyed me . 

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