heart 2 heart

I wonder why you chose violence. But I understand.. My heart yerns for a motivation but here I am staring down at the sand. You got hurt, and made it your life lesson. I wish I could do that. But your stuck in a war with everyone else. while I'm stuck in a war with just myself. Its a cry for help. Running to you. Because I'm still waiting for someone else. But our minds are broke, so our hearts speak out loud. Crying for help. I would try to save him over and over again. But Everytime I tell you that you raise your voice. Why are you upset??? You say you hate him... but don't you need your own help??? The war you have..if you shut everything including your head down, you will be fine. Him though. He's still in a dark place but somehow still making sure I'm fine. He questions himself every night on whether I'm fine. But I haven't moved on.... He thought he was doing me good. Damn he lied. He doesn't even know about the thoughts. And that kills me every time. And I think he knows. So he waits outside. But you walked in. You started yelling when you saw the scene, your telling them, you saw the blood, and I'm starting to stress. You don't run to comfort, you comfort yourself. Your cold hearted. But 2 him I'm tied