Trauma

Nothing is worse than watching two confused souls at war  
A revolving door    
Both confused    
Both refuse    
To admit that it’s gone    
That they’re not the one    
Killing each other for years    
Neither one fully letting go    
Together they will not grow    
I had to get off the ride    
And let them both burn from inside    
Both wanting something neither can provide    
A innocent child a soul tie    
It’s oh so sad to see    
To watch both of them bleed      
But I somehow got free    
So they can force a family