l i t t l e n o t e s

derelict house.

a derelict house

that's what i am

where the happiest memories have already played their part and all that is left is misery

i am nothing more than a broken staircase, weak timber and stained walls

the home that was once filled with love now whispered the very secrets that destroyed it

the broken mirror, smashed to pieces on the floor is the only one who can see truth

and i'll tell you why

if you look from outside you'll see a pretty little house with a white picket fence

not a chip in the paint or weed on the lawn

you'll see the dream that everybody wants to see

but that's not me