As I lay in bed,
I remember all the words he said.
"It wasn't me," I tell myself.
"It was him.
Don't let him have what he wants,
Don't let what he said get to you"
It doesn't help though,
As I have already let his words sink inside me.
And they stab my soul until it doesn't hurt anymore.
He refused to listen when I talked to him
And I knew I needed to get help.
I thought that after, he'd understand what he'd put me through
I thought he'd get my point
But I was off by millions because his hatred for me grew.
What did I do wrong?
Or in reality was I right?
I ask myself, "Why did we even fight?"
I apologized, but it wasn't enough for him
All I want right now is to punch him until he goes limp.
Let him forgive me, because I'm sure I was right,
Let us be friends and end this stupid fight.
We'll stop being enemies,
End the quarrel and carry on,
And these terrible flashbacks can become cherished memories.
