When you toss and turn
Awake at night
And the saddest songs
Can't make you cry
When you walk the halls
Wanting to see a face
Searching the crowd
Hope dwindling every day
When you lay in the dark
Too tired to live, unable to sleep
Terrified to close your eyes
Scared of your own dreams
The same thoughts running through my head
Don't they ever get tired?
Why can't they just go to bed
Along with my cold useless body
Because the memories
Cut through me like a knife
I can barely breath
But my eyes stay dry
Walk down the halls
We used to roam
The memories here
Are painfully strong
Your ghosts still haunt
These barren streets
I can almost feel
You right beside me
Running my fingers along
The ancient cracks in the walls
Where we carelessly laughed
So unprepared for the fall
Never expecting that we
Would fall apart like this
And weren't meant to be
I'll keep telling myself
You brought my heart out
Of it's little shell of safety
And when I let go of doubts
I got caught out in the open
So you shattered that weak heart
And left me to pick up the pieces
But this happens all the time
Will they fit together after this?
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Notes
RandomA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
