I keep my head low,
Refusing to look ahead.
I walk in slow motion;
My speech is slurred.
I'm haunted by last March...
The things that happened last March...
But you don't understand,
That March changed my life.
And you don't understand,
That March haunts me.
You will never understand,
Because you don't see what's inside
You never will
It will always be inside
Never to escape.
But March still haunts me,
Never leaving me alone.
It's a womb that won't heal,
A nightmare that won't end.
And it's ruined my life forever.
~Based on a True Story~
