Memories... 9-11As I sit at home thinking, remembering what it was like.
There at the site where the towers fell.
Walking through the streets as people jumped out of the falling building.
It was horrible.
Remembering those times now I feel an odd sense of calmness. Glad that it wasnt me jumping out of the towers.
Wondering what it felt like, to have survived while your workers, your friends died around you.
As I sit here wondering these things I start to cry.
Remembering the fear I felt just walking by, stepping over bodies and watching them jump.
Its so sad and it had haunted me for years. The fact that some parents didnt think to get their kids away from it was worse. Those kids must have had nightmares for years after, even if they had no idea what was happening at the time.
I should have listened to my dad, when he called me as the first plane hit, he said to get out.
That stupid photographer, taking pictures of the bodies that were either blown out or had jumped.
I wish I could help..I wish I could helpI want to.
When I see you in pain my heart aches. I feel guilty for nothing, except not being able to help you. I want to be there to help you through it; I want to be there to comfort you. I dont want to be the cause of the pain; I want to be the one to fix it. You tell me you miss me but I ignore it, then I come when its too late.
I wish I could helpI really want to.
I want to be there to comfort you but I have waited too long, ignoring you. When were alone its fine, when were truly happy its easy to forget the hard times, and yet, when were together bad things happen; not always, but sometimes.
I wish I could helpI truthfully want to.
I enjoy the quiet, while you like talking about our problems and helping the other person, and yet, now, when you are very sad you dont feel like talking; only lying and saying that your perfectly fine. I know youre not, I can see it in your eyes, why wont you