They think it is all a game,
But when they look at my tear stained eyes,
Do they see the pain?
If only they knew what was going on in my brain,
Everyone would think I was going insane.
But it is my just my coping mechanism,
A way to ease my pain.
The flashbacks are so painful and hard to forget,
No matter what any one says I still feel regret.
years of pain, secrets, and lies.
Will it all end when the son of a bitch dies.
It will all be ok in the end,
Because I will feel no more remorse for my sins