i wonder a lot
whether it's coincidence
i think it probably is
but i do hope
that it's not
i think it probably is
i wonder a lot what holds me here
i wonder what tries to drag me away
i wonder if it's opposite sides of a coin
i wonder if it's all one in the same
i hope for a explanation one day
or a reason
to stay
i hope i'm alive for something bigger
i hope the trauma won't make me bitter
i hope it's not just a coincidence
and i think it probably is
once i woke up foggy
i opened my eyes to haze
with a faint sense of terror and gore
in the room with the yellow door
held in concrete
and made of steel
full of ghosts
and nearly real
the room was dark
and full of smoke
the air was heavy
and it made me choke
the ghosts would stare
but could not touch me
they poked and prodded
told me i was lucky
i hope one day
it'll all have been worth it
i hope one day
i'll know why i deserved it
i hope one day
the anger of it fades
and i hope one day
the mention of it is okay
i wonder if they know
all of those silent ghosts
the way i hurt inside
was it worth it not to let me die?
i wonder if they see
i wonder if they care
i wonder if there is a reason
i wonder if it's too much for me to bear
i hope it's not a coincidence
i think it probably is
day to day i remember the horror
i remember the haunting
i remember the gore
i remember they said i wouldn't-
-they swore -
i remember the terror
in the room with the yellow door
