I throw angry words at you like daggers each one piercing the skin deeper than the next you throw them back emotions swirling around like a chaotic tornado suddenly we're to far gone to even look back the aftermath of the situation is tragic no survivors ,no winners just broken hearts and open wounds
They begin screaming And my tears start streaming Then comes depression, confusion, and fear It’s like I'm in a car I just can’t steer My whole system crashes Months after I’m still having back flashes Now it’s hard for me to deal with change The repercussions of the conflict leaving me out to hang