FUCK APRIL

She said we’d be okay,
But even she wasn’t okay,
She was hurting just like us,
Broken but she had to be strong,
She tried fixing what was left,
But he had already damaged us,
So we tried sleeping in the chaos,
But the alarm bells in the mind kept us awake.

There was something about April,
Something about the month I had loved,
The month I should have appreciated,
But it became bland and boring,
Hurting and damaging everything,
The month that destroyed more than it built,
The month that gave light to fears,
The worst of them being tomorrow.

Tomorrow became a gamble,
A war between us and him,
A prayer between us and the virgin,
A cry between us and God,
A path that was broken by him,
The one who openly betrayed,
The root of all our fears,
But he who only cared for himself.

It hurt that he hurt us,
It hurt that we couldn’t do shit,
It hurt that we were helpless,
It hurt that he never cared,
It hurt that he would always hurt us,
But more than anything else,
More than the anger we all felt,
It hurt that we couldn’t leave.

He was the nightmare of our day,
He was the reason sleep was no more,
Nights became useless,
There were no differences with the day.
She said we had to hold on,
She said we had to pray,
She said we would be okay,
She said he would change.

She knew that was a lie,
That hoping was pointless,
Because he would always be here,
Haunting and taunting us,
Hurting us without a care,
Carving us into something else,
Into the best of broken worlds,
He broke us and I hated April.