There you sat,
on a faded red chair.
Worn down by your presence,
by the years of your despair.
You've never tried to leave.
Instead, always thinking about the past.
You couldn't let go of your grief.
So you just sat there and let time pass.

I see the unbelievable,
as I look all around the room.
Hundreds of faded red chairs, visible,
and filled with others just like you
They all look the same.
Sad and wasting away.
Weighed down by their shame.
By memories they couldn't escape.

Just as their faces begin to look the same,
I spot an empty chair.
On it is a forgotten name,
of the person who's no longer there...
Somehow I found the strength to leave,
and learned that this life was a lonely war.
That name no longer belongs to me.
For I stood up from that faded red chair.