The hardest thing for me to do is explain my tragedies to someone for two reasons. One I always have a hard time opening up to people because I feel too exposed. The second reason is that no one wants to hear you sing about tragedy probably because they have already experienced themselves.

No one wants to hear about how you became nose blind to the smell of dead bodies. The reason being you became so used to the smell of dead bodies on your street that smell no longer bothers you anymore. No one wants to hear how you became deaf of hearing because you filled your ears with bee's wax to try and shut out the sound of gun shots and police sirens. No one wants to hear you sing about tragedy probably because they have already experienced themselves.

No one wants to hear about how you reacted when you were told that an important person died. No one wants to hear about how he was found on the street shot and killed and looked as if he was road kill and you had strong disbelief that it wasn't real. No one wants to hear you sing about tragedy probably because they have already experienced themselves. 

No one wants to hear on how much you grieved and how you could not sleep. No one wants to hear how long you stayed up all night looking at old pictures. No one wants to hear how angry you felt for not being able to do anything. No cares how strong you tried to act, because I know the moment your alone you will remember him more. You will remember his smile you will remember his laugh you will remember all the good times you shared. When you start to remember all the good and the bad time and it will hurt so much. That your will no longer be able to hold back the tears and they will rush down your face like a river So again the hardest thing for me is explain my tragedy. Because:

No one wants to hear you sing about tragedy probably because they have already experienced themselves.