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A War That I'm Scared To Fight
Disheveled after a long day,
Tired, On the bed I lay,
And I would start thinking
Thinking about spilt words and spoken thoughts,
Thinking about past feuds, trying to connect the dots,
The thing is that, its just me thinking, and thinking and thinking,
Like the traffic lights that would never be blinking,
In the pitch black night,
As a scream rips through my body,
Screaming in my head to stop, begging myself not to fight,
With the could-have-been and the reality,
Inorder to get to tomorrow safely,
Without any scratches on my already sewn wounds,
That have been torn open numerous times before,
A silent prayer, the blaring screen,
Trying to distract myself from my dream,
And when it's morning, it would all be okey,
Only to be disheveled after a long day...
© amyd
Tired, On the bed I lay,
And I would start thinking
Thinking about spilt words and spoken thoughts,
Thinking about past feuds, trying to connect the dots,
The thing is that, its just me thinking, and thinking and thinking,
Like the traffic lights that would never be blinking,
In the pitch black night,
As a scream rips through my body,
Screaming in my head to stop, begging myself not to fight,
With the could-have-been and the reality,
Inorder to get to tomorrow safely,
Without any scratches on my already sewn wounds,
That have been torn open numerous times before,
A silent prayer, the blaring screen,
Trying to distract myself from my dream,
And when it's morning, it would all be okey,
Only to be disheveled after a long day...
© amyd
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