Sometimes I wonder
If everyone out there has
Their own Wonderland.

And I wonder,
If theirs was destroyed too.

I guess it's sad because
Next year, our ten o' clocks will be
Lonely and
Misunderstood
Again.

Stop
Stop
STOP

It's killing her!

For goodness sake,
Stop!!!

I should have stopped him
But I didn't.

I should have stopped the
Horrible flashing images,
The vivid scenarios of
The car crashing
Over and over and over
Till your body gets so
Scrunched up that
It's no longer recognisable.

But I didn't.

I should have stopped him from
Repeating those words that
Constantly haunt you in your head:
The car... the bend... it's coming...
Those words that send
Fear running down your spine and
Up your throat, they
Slowly creep out and
Stop your breathing.
Stop the beating.

But I didn't.

I should have stopped him
From getting to you tonight,
Maybe I should've stayed behind and
He could've come out again.
And maybe, I wouldn't have
Let you out that night either.

I'm so sorry that
All I do is hurt you.
Time and time again,
I should have stopped him.


But I didn't.

I don't care.
You're quitting.
Pretend you never saw them.
Forget it.
No more.
No more of this
Horrendous site and
All its dark secrets
Inside.

And I'm serious this time,
You better.

I knew.

I knew you didn't want her to
Worry.
But what have I done?
I told here!

Why did I do that?
Why didn't I stop you in
The first place?
Why did you hide?

WHY
WHY
WHY

Why do you do this to yourself?
Why bottle up everything and
Push your problems aside?

Oh mam, I know I once told you
Others before self but
You hurting isn't always
Others healing

Sometimes it is very much
The opposite