I feel like an old, dilapidated house
A cold, decaying prison for a child who is afraid
I could feel him marching up and down the halls of my heart
I know he is still in there, poking sheepishly at the structure he is in
I know he is scared
I wished so hard for him to die, or at least be quiet
Now he is and I miss his laugh
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 3:30 AM UTC
I feel like an old, dilapidated house
A cold, decaying prison for a child who is afraid
I could feel him marching up and down the halls of my heart
I know he is still in there, poking sheepishly at the structure he is in
I know he is scared
I wished so hard for him to die, or at least be quiet
Now he is and I miss his laugh
