Laughter that once echoed died down
Smiles that radiates have started to frown
My once joy of life have vanished
And the grills of the windows are clearer than the glass
The doors seems to welcome me outside
But the chains I can’t see is keeping me inside.
I was drowning in tears, and that little lass,
Barely breathes; enclosed on walls
Haunted memories echo on the walls
But as the echo dies, so does the memory
Until there was nothing left to justify the word “Happy”
For life was too lonely
And life was too toxic
For the place we once called home
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
Laughter that once echoed died down
Smiles that radiates have started to frown
My once joy of life have vanished
And the grills of the windows are clearer than the glass
The doors seems to welcome me outside
But the chains I can’t see is keeping me inside.
I was drowning in tears, and that little lass,
Barely breathes; enclosed on walls
Haunted memories echo on the walls
But as the echo dies, so does the memory
Until there was nothing left to justify the word “Happy”
For life was too lonely
And life was too toxic
For the place we once called home
