Memories are stored in the attic of my mind,
Yet buried in my heart,
They still show deep in my eyes,
And their voices still whisper in my ears.
Faces I once knew,
Songs I once heard,
Paths I once walked,
And animals I once held.
It’s all a memory now,
I’ve been torn away,
She knows I wanna go back,
Although won’t let me go.
Days now pass just sitting in my room,
When I could be running through fields of corn,
Fishing from the lake,
And riding my bike down dirt trails.
Once in my grandma’s arms,
Being rocked back and forth,
Everything around us humming an enchanting tune,
I didn’t know I would truly miss it till I was gone...
Those moments are now just memories,
How I wish they won’t ever leave me,
I don’t wanna be left alone,
I feel lonely even with a million people.
I try not to cry,
Because when I do people laugh,
I try not to feel hurt,
Because when I am people just hurt me more.
I dream about the days I was there,
I dream about the days I will be there,
I dream about my home,
I dream about my memories.
I have so much to say,
Although, I don’t know how to,
I have so many feelings,
But I just can’t show them.
I’ve held up a mask for so long,
My arms are getting tired,
I’ve gotten so used to it, it’s no longer there.
It seems to stay automatically.
So be careful,
I’m a porcelain doll,
Who’s been dropped to many times,
I may be glued back together, but I’m still fragile.
I don’t care what people say,
I don’t care how they feel,
I don’t care what they think,
I don’t care what they do.
I’ll go back home,
Back where memories were made,
Back where the love is,
Back where I can’t feel hurt.
I want to go home, and it hurts so bad, I can literally feel my heart aching but I try not to let others know because then they call me a crybaby.