Wrong is a difficult word.

emotions from a trauma I experienced.

The responsibility broke me
Imagine it went wrong.
I shouldn't be complaining,
my journey still goes on.

Proving nothing
Selfish acts.
I nearly killed him,
Broke his back.

Swinging, screaming was better than silence.
Rage.
Pure rage.
Real rage.
I can't describe on this page.

Remembering the noises
in the middle of the night.
The sink against his head.
Now my tear soaked bed.
Imagine it went wrong.

My memories are fading,
But his face still so clear.
Don't ask me to relax
Don't whisper in my ear.

Seventeen
Living the dream,
the dream of a lifetime.
Sometimes I wonder
if I wasn't there
I wouldn't be spending nights tearing out my hair.

The trauma isn't over,
I hear it everyday.
It's the breeze that brings a chill
and you just can't get away.

So much anger and confusion
just to hide all the illusion
that no matter what I say
I just can't pay.

Pay the debt I owe to you.
The two,
diamonds who say to shine
the only thing that will always be mine.

Wrong is a difficult word
but here it stands.

I was wrong to cover the blame,
to never say your disgusting name.

The responsibility broke me.
Imagine it went wrong.

I shouldn't be complaining.
My journey still goes on.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar please.