Things We See

We can't unsee the things we've seen. We can't erase those memories. Forever haunted by the past. How long are these scars gonna last. I wish there was a way to unsee what I've seen. The pain, and the sadness seen at the scene. I feel back in between. A steep ravine. And these crumbling walls are which are always seem to lean. The world thinks they know how this job should go. They can point all the fingers they want. And still never know. It's like I'm falling asleep, and never waking from a dream. The cries of so many inside. Why do I not scream. Problems aside, mile high. Breaking down my doors, and I'm running from my problems. Cause I'm running towards yours. Starving for support. Like an engine with no fuel. Like I'm trying to take a breath. And I'm down in the pool. Lights, and sirens. Camera, action. Cell phones in your face looking for a reaction. And there's such satisfaction when they become a distraction. Like this is Hollywood, and you're some freak show attraction. We can't unsee the things we've seen. We can't erase those memories. Forever haunted by the past. How long are these scars gonna last. The cop had it coming. He should've found another job. Got no sympathy. Oh wait please help I've been robbed. That's always how it works, that's always how it is. Don't care about yours, but of course (?). Screaming for justice when they lost one of theirs. But another cop on the block shot man who cares. I'm sorry I was mean, but how am I to react. I've already seen two deaths, and a woman attacked. Struck with a bat, a crash, a kids skull not intact. You ask for directions I can't pack(?). But that's just the thing that something they don't see. It's not just soldiers living with PTSD. I've talked to our woman, talked to our man. Time, and again they feel sighted(?) by CNN. I'm not sure, it might just be me. I feel like the cops are hurting from the things that they see. We can't unsee the things we've seen. We can't erase those memories. Forever haunted by the past. How long are these scars gonna last. I couldn't let the thoughts leave me if i tried. Only terrorist (?) Screams Everytime I close my eyes. I walk out of a room I can see blood in my halls. I can be calm, and then a bullet blast through my walls. Just the thought of the uniform raises my vitals. Surround me with good. Like sinners to a bible(?). So here I am living by the good word spoken, but how can someone(?). Who's always fixed be so broken. Stuck in gear, going nowhere when I throttle. Good thing you can't scream with your lips into a bottle(?). But I can only ask the pain. I've tried in vein to free myself from this emotional ball of chain. They say behind a smile you can find a broken soul. It's crazy how a job can take you from whole to being in a hole. Believe me, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just a product of the things I've seen. We can't unsee the things we've seen. We can't erase those memories. Forever haunted by the past. How long are these scars gonna last