Staring out of glass to the victims of my past where pieces of them I carried are scattered on the ground. I can't find words to say when I see them on display all falling through the cracks on the driveway to my home. This town gets sort of quiet before the sun's about to rise. The birds start singing telling me they sympathize.
Grab a cup of coffee stare blankly at the tv. Thinking of the person that I used to be. These walls that surround me I spent ages creating I thought they would protect me but they've just made me lonely. There's safety in numbers and I don't wanna do this on my own this is my one last ditch effort to prove that I belong.