The feeling of pain and sorrow fills my heart and lungs.
I try to breathe you in,
The scent of your cologne comforts me in a strange way.
I try to explain my numbness but words often fail.
You don't understand.
How could you?
Your trauma acts as a smoke screen,
Blocking you from seeing things as I do.
We're not so different,
But also nothing alike.
You throw your words like poison blades, each ones bringing me down more then the last;
You claim I don't understand but it is you who won't listen
