When you get caught up in something that you want to call your everything, your home.
when It makes you feel safe and how you can fall asleep at night with no nightmares.
But when you realize, and when you wake up from something you wanted to be true
It wasn't real, it was a fantasy that you stood beside and would never leave even though it is drowning you.
Your home your everything left without a trace left behind.
You look and you search for your lost heart to come back because now that you never wanted to leave it. your suddenly addicted
You need the warmness of a heart that was never yours to comfort you in the cold.
You now come across your home, your everything. you run and run until your lungs barely move and almost collapse.
Then.. the doors are locked. you can't get in. Your can't seek shelter your now a lost cause.
In the wind with the rest.
