I'm living in my mind, walking a road I have paved. Listening to the pounding, of my heart that can't be saved; an empty hole I had caved, long before my journey started, long before my hope strained. Waiting for a fleeting step, wishing for a second thought, but still emptiness lurks, where the love had fought, from how the voices talked. I'm waiting for a different place, of what my mind is not. A saddened memoir, that spoke forgotten loss. I'm falling deeper down, where all the pain was washed, and the guilt caught. In a hidden valley of emotion, of punishing thoughts. Still I'm walking onward; following the road. People told me to hold caution, for it should not be condoned. I can't call it my own, because this road that I am taking, can never be my home--