Traumatized.

It's all a blur now.
But I can still hear the echoes of the screams in my head.
I'm on the verge of tears, knowing it was all my fault.
I can't deny it.
My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding,
So I called the cops.
Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was right.
I don't know, because I just can't talk about it.
I'm torn, I feel like I have to choose which story to follow.
So, I'm staying out of it completely.
I keep replaying it over and over in my head,
And every time something seems to change.
Me? Him? Her?
I can't remember,
It's all a blur.
I wish I could just forget,
But I won't.