Blur

Her life is all just a blur, Mainly because she blocks it all out, She wishes that sometimes she couldn't see, That way it was never seen, She’s tired of all the fear this is why, She hasn't made it very clear, She calls it a blur that way it all stays locked away, Tired of flashbacks that haunt her dreams, She is tired of waking chilled and out of breath, She feels that this “blur” is nobody’s secret, But wishes it was all just a blur to keep it hidden, She is finally breaking down, Like an old junk car that finally stopping, She feels as if she can't start herself up, She just wants to quit, She wishes her infant years wasn't a blur, So she could see what good there was, She thinks about what if mommy and daddy didn't divorce, But her childhood is also a blur, All in all her whole entire life is a blur.