03/10/2010
Heartless
The door is closed and here I lay
Behind the light in this cold dark room.
A shadow is moving right outside
and my heart skips just a beat.
Tears can't fall, they're frozen inside
Uncomfortably numb at what happens.
Here I lay encircled by death traps
and the shadow outside my door keeps moving
oblivious to the fact that someone behind it
is curled up on the bed,
scared to death of being alive.
People continue their daily routine
Ignoring the door they pass
When all it takes is a knock
To save someone's life...
I force some tears out
But nothing feels real
I forgot how to cry.
And nothing feels real
NOTHING FEELS REAL.
I threw up my heart.
And now I want it back.
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