Unsaid...

I wish I could make myself forget.
Everything that you won't ever regret.
You pretend it never happened the way it did.
But there are somethings that you never forget when your a kid.
Memories hit me like a ton of bricks.
Memories that make me sick.
My blood on my hands.
Memories that make me feel like a grain of sand.
Blood streaming from me.
Bloody tears aren't hard to see.
Pretend it never happened the way I say it was.
Pretend it went differnent just because.
You don't want to live with the guilt.
That would be enough to make your world tilt.
Kickin a four year old boy's teeth in.
Just because he got underneath your skin.
No time outs here.
The way you hit me then made that clear.
Hit me now and I'll be your end.
And now you want to be my friend.
Or you change the subject instead.
Just to keep your memories out of your head.
The same one's that wished I was dead.
Try to forget everything it was that you said.
But I guess somethings are better left forgotten.
Or something are better left...unsaid...