Disowned

Not a danger this is the type of thing you expect from a stranger But close to home is where it hits don’t tell me a place in your heart is where my life sits Yesterday we both could have became a memory, but all that mattered was you not loosing him instead of me. Standing there in blood filled rooms with little attention to the injuries our body consumes Listening to your screams of fright doing my best to try and get you out of sight I stood there taking each blow When it would end I did not know I finally found my way to a phone thank god the other line wasn’t just a dial tone The external wounds will heal but right now I’m allowed to feel Stop thinking I just need to forgive and forget because the emotions haven’t even set I’m going to have to be fixed by going back under the knife. How many more times before he actually takes a life?