When you’re lying flat on your back,
And the room keeps spinning like that,
Making those memories flow back,
And you don’t know how to handle that.

Why didn’t I shout?
Why didn’t I scream?
It’s so hazey right now,
Yet I can’t handle it,
I don’t know how!?

Pinned down and I struggle,
But the force is strong,
It doesn’t last long,
Although the fractured memories seem to last forever.

Hands on my skin,
Breath to close,
Moaning and groaning,
Constantly controlling.

Stronger then I,
Heavier then I.
More powerful then I.
You do your thing.
And I,
I just cry.

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