the fall of the house of

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people used to visit me
in my house, my mind they'd see
with drawings on the wall
lined up and down every hall
the state of my mind was fine
until you were no longer mine

i had few left
god took them away, it was theft
my pillars began to fall
and i saw the writing on the wall
but few stayed, they kept me alive and well
now isn't that just fucking swell?

they stuck around, did what they could
but never thought to think if they should
eventually they'd leave too
from the beginning i knew
and my closest friends
cut me out, cut our ends.

at first it was few
only 7 came through
but then i lost two
and another two too
and my vision of the future blurred
with the drinks i slurred

i pushed more and more away
to their side they began to sway
and then three remained
and here they stay chained
but what will happen that day
when they decide not to stay?

when my closest and dearest
decide i'm too much interference
with their complex lives
and their words become knives
piercing through my now broken heart
and that's just the start

my foundation will crumble
and my walls will tumble
down into the earth as i fall apart
and all my friends will depart
i'm insufferable.
and i was so vulnerable.

is that why you went after me, D?
was i just another piece of meat?
i am not the same person anymore
my whole body is so sore
from how much i have hurt over you
i was attached like superglue

but this poem is not about you, winter.
not about how you're under my skin like a bad splinter.
this is about them.
my big brother, my little sister
they cure my every blister
from you and your gang
you won't ever go out with a bang

but i know I'll have them
until the hem
will come unstitched
and I'll start over again.

my castle walls
will fall.

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