Demons
I wonder what my life would be like if they would let me go. Let me forget. Stop reminding me that the facts dont add up. It wasnt innocent at all. Stop reminding me that I trusted you. I never thought you would hurt me like that. Stop reminding me how you let me cry there on the floor. Stop telling me that the "break" was your chance to decide if you really wanted me, or maybe a chance with her. Stop telling me that I should have left, not cryed. Been strong, not weak. Stop reminding me how I felt like I wanted to die, like you were an enemy who wanted to hurt me, like I had noone to run to. Stop bringing back the pain. Stop making me cry.
I wonder what my life would be like if they would let me go. Maybe I could enjoy everything we have now without all these questions invading my head. I have everything to be happy about and nothing to be sad about. She's gone. You're still here. But they remind me that I still dont understand and they won't let me go.