Infliction

Smell the sweat

Taste the tears

Hear the screams

Feel the fears

See her pain

Watch her cry

Listen to her sobs

Look at her die

Look what you've done

Can you not sense

What you have done

By your absence

Look at the girl

Why can't you see

What you've done to her

What you've done to me

I don't care how old we get.  Inside of us there is still a small child, who's feelings get hurt, who's heart gets broken, who is scared of the future and running from the past.  I think when moments get tough we separate ourselves from that person.  That inner voice that has too much emotion to bear.  Stepping outside of ones self is easy.  It's like watching a TV show, you are there but nothing is real.  We've all had moments like these.  Our senses go into overdrive and we seem to live outside of ourselves.