Trapped

Are the feelings meant to subside now you have gone? What if I still lay petrified in my bed? Is it supposed to get easier as time goes on? Cos I still carve your initials in lines of red I don't want to feel you anymore. As I hear you creep. I want to be done fighting this war, That I fight in my sleep. I’d let the police file their case, But in my mind you stand by the door Trapped in a room face to face, While I cry on the floor Another year passes by, It always comes round quick. Must force my tears to dry, In between feeling sick Leaving your debris And left your mark, You pushed yourself into me, wish you’d done it in the dark. That way I would have seen less The flashbacks wouldn't burn so bright. But these feelings I will suppress, As I fight through each night.