there are some things you can't say
moments that pull you back into the past
they ask how you became so **** crazy
but everything really went by too fast

you couldn't talk about it
because who would understand
days when you were confused
nights you were ripped apart

a million hours have gone by
yet the same things stuck to your mind
the same questions, what how and why
all while acting you're fine

memories of you saying no
flashbacks of them saying yes instead
your mind whispers back, ******* ***
& with time you agree, your soul dead