The Walls
We walk in
Everyone turns to look at us
Like they're trying to tell what problem could have brought us here
There's something sick about this place
Something not right
It's probably the air
The vileness in the atmosphere
I walk behind him trying to hide away from their questioning looks
He holds my hand and gives me an assuring look
We stand in a corner far away from everyone el...
Monday 4th September 2017 12:22 pm
Fireworks
The days roll by one by one
Lonely day after lonely day
Go to bed feeling like a waste
Open my eyes feeling lost in space
Walk the same dull halls
Hear my echoes bounce off the same four walls
No sparks
No thrilling experiences
No clouds to look for silver linings
No once in a life times
No reason to wake up tomorrow
No reason to smile at yesterday
Nothing new...
...
Monday 4th September 2017 12:11 pm
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