I can't

February 1, 2011
By , san diego, CA
I can’t be okay.
Not after what I have seen,
After what I have heard.
I can’t smile and pretend,
That everything at home is okay.
Her screams cut me like a knife,
His smile pierces through my eyes.
What did I do to deserve this?
I can’t step out of that door and smile,
I can’t.

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