Solitary Moment

I guess I'm torn over what happened, every time it happened.
And each moment it does, I'm tired of having to go over it again.
Now there's two, and it's breaking me from the inside.
The actions, the voices...
Wish I could just scream out.
But I chose to shut it out instead.

It is a hard cold act.
Watching from a distance
Listening from afar
Yet, feeling it inside...
Painfully piercing

Torn to do whatever I have to...