Do you remember when the walls fell? Do you remember the sound the door made when you closed it on me? Do you know that I went down to the ground, landed on both my broken hearted knees? I didn't even cry because pieces of me had already died. I'm a ghost, haunting these halls, climbing up walls that I never knew were there. And I'm lost, broken down the middle of my heart. I keep trying to walk but my feet don't find the solid ground. It's like living in a bad dream, I keep trying to scream but my tongue has finally lost its sound. I've got to say goodbye to the pieces of me that have already died. I don't cry anymore.
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