"I want to go home"
It reverberates.
And I'm so scared
there's nothing there
an empty corner now.
Perhaps all the past
is non-existent
Home is that room
everything was silent
warm.
He was right
you can't hide forever.

more and more empty
drowning out the sound of just breathing
i'm afraid that you're afraid

and then I'm afraid you will never see me

I keep trying to distance myself from this
Embarrassed by my inability to explain my pathetic self
And who would "get it"?
These are melodramatic feelings put out for no one
I stay the same year after year
Just different packaging
Same mistakes though
That's what bothers me
I keep making the same mistakes
With the smallest tweaks
So I can delude myself into believing
That I have grown