All they do is fight, fight and FIGHT. You pinch yourself to divert the pain, your heart cries, deepening its cracks. You don't wanna bawl your eyes out, so you pretend you have these invisible earmuffs covering your ears. You manifest silence, blocking their yells and screams.
You'd rather shoot yourself point-blank than be trapped in their mess. Yeah, you wanna be away from the arena. Run away from it and never look back. This shithole they've got you pulled in, you can't bury it with happiness: bleakness overwhelms.
Stop hurting my soul. Please.
