I go to great lengths to hide,
to mask the worst part of me.
Even though it made me human,
I lock them under layers and layers of the cold.
Everyday, I see other unfamiliarly familiar faces-
people who I used to know.
Walking through the hallways, I barely feel the warmth that apparently travels through my veins.
My pulse is still there,
but my feelings aren't.
I have become so numb
that I can't remember
what it was like to love.
When you finally left me,
I was all alone.
I don't blame you.
I don't blame anyone.
It's all because of me- it's all my damn fault.
A mother bird can keep its' offspring,
a kid knows where a story ends,
a book keeps all of the colors and pictures,
but I can't hold onto anyone- even friends.
I'm always scared.
I'm always afraid.
I bury myself in concrete and glass,
making sure the monster doesn't tear me down.
I used to wear this mask outside.
My world is torn
like pictures of an old scrapbook-
I'm never getting those pieces and colors back.
In that little space under my lungs,
a little bit of jealousy sits there.
You were everthing I had.
Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere.
I love you so much that I almost hate you.
I'm not the easiest person to be with,
but I tried.
It seems the hours are endless-
I mean the ones I spent screaming and crying.
When you finally left me,
you took a piece
of the feeling left in the middle of the sea of numbness.
