Trauma
There's a scream inside me,
It moves around my mind,
It has hold of memories,
that I don't want to find.
Sometimes it gets behind my eyes,
with images clear and bright,
But I don't want to look at them,
And push them out of sight.
And I least expect it,
Into my ears it sneaks,
And says forbidden things,
My voice could never speak.
Theres a scream inside me,
Its trying to get out,
Its trying to get free,
It wants to take my sanity.
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