Im tired of bleeding my heart out
with hurt
Tired of calling out to you in a scream
as I bang on the walls loud enough for
you to hear me...
But yet, I know what you will do...
Turn a deaf ear upon me. Not caring, because everything
to you is just fine. That everything is perfect.
But what if I told you...that everything wasn't as perfect as you picture it?
What if I told you that under my sleeve held many scars.
Will you then see how tired I am?
As you can see, the smiles have faded,
faded into a distant memory. But even those memories
have gathered dust and cobwebs. The pictures on the walls have faded and the
wallpaper has peeled off the walls. The cracks in the mirror
shows the flaws of faces that has come and gone, with
an eerie silence passes through the once was Kid's room.
A haunting shadow sits in the corner where the once rocking
chair had sat previously. Haunting memories of nothing and everything all at once. Nothing is
really even left in this old house. Once vibriant and full of nothing in the past....Now
sits vacant with a hushed story to tell. All things have faded into nothing,
The love of the once warm house is nothing but a far cry of what that house once used to be.
The blood, sweat, and tears that was put into this memory, somewhat still
lingers.
COMMENTS
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NOKTURNL
10:49 Dec 23 2019
nice