Written February 22, 2018

It's absolutely volatile
The things he did to me
To think on it a while
Is an awful hell to see

I suppose I should move on,
Should push him from my head,
But still he is not gone
I can feel him in my bed
Sometimes I think he's won
Sometimes I think I'm dead
But still he is not gone
And still I live with dread

Please tell me how to fix
This life so full of wrongs
For still I am a mix
Of quick and slow paced songs

Sometimes it's not my fault
I know that very well
But other times it is
I deserve this awful hell

They tell me this is wrong
The time in which I dwell
I tell them it's my song
Of which I cannot tell

-K.S.