So many things are buried there
My hopes
My outgoing nature
My old personality
All long dead and buried
But some good things are buried too
Things that needed to be laid to rest
My temper
My annoyingness
My pride
But with so many things
So many parts of me buried
What is left?
An empty shell of what I used to be
And when I finally take a walk
Through the dark shadows of my mind
I feel the same foreboding feeling
That one gets
When walking through a graveyard
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
So many things are buried there
My hopes
My outgoing nature
My old personality
All long dead and buried
But some good things are buried too
Things that needed to be laid to rest
My temper
My annoyingness
My pride
But with so many things
So many parts of me buried
What is left?
An empty shell of what I used to be
And when I finally take a walk
Through the dark shadows of my mind
I feel the same foreboding feeling
That one gets
When walking through a graveyard