Hear me when I say this
I can never go back to that place
The walls are covered with carvings made with fingernails
Covered in dents and brusies scars of battles its won.
I can never go back into that place
The hinges never stay slient even when the door is closed
They only speak in taunts spinning lies and hateful truths.
The floor is covered with tears
Blood
and memories that never saw light.
I can never go back into that place.
You cant make me.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
Hear me when I say this
I can never go back to that place
The walls are covered with carvings made with fingernails
Covered in dents and brusies scars of battles its won.
I can never go back into that place
The hinges never stay slient even when the door is closed
They only speak in taunts spinning lies and hateful truths.
The floor is covered with tears
Blood
and memories that never saw light.
I can never go back into that place.
You cant make me.
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