Forget? How could I?
The screams echo through my head,
The tears warm my pillow,
Chest heavy as the blanket holds me in place.
I find myself smiling.
Why?
This is what I know, this is who I am.
Perception.
Perspective.
Point of View.
See it as you will, feel it as you must.
Forget? One day I will.
I’ll scream then.
I’ll cry then.
My chest lighter this time,
As my smile remains.
