This House used to hold life.
Now it’s dead, beyond repair.
The walls are dark without picture.
Empty floors surrounded by empty boxes.
There is no light because the blinds are held shut.
Everything that was left is now destroyed.
This is what happens when torn apart.
There is nothing left in this wide open space.
It’s like love was siphoned out of a heart.
Everything is broken and covered with shattered glass.
No air flows through this house,
When everything is locked up tight.
You can dust off the welcome mat,
But you can’t open this door.
There is No sleeping in beds.
There is anger in the closets.
There is pain under the beds.
Please I am begging you,
don’t you ever come back in.
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
Comments