I think it
might have
maybe
been yesterday,
or the day before,
when it happened
Noticed the room was
different, and the silence was
all of a sudden empty
Realized what a glimmer is
because it
wasn't
Reached and grabbed air
felt my own nails press into my palms
squeezed my eyes and i think a
tear dropped
swallowed into the hardwood and the silence
I think I stopped caring
I think I finally lost myself
in a memory forever
or a dream
it's so much easier, after all
better to be alone than to feel lonely...
there used to be a mirror in the corner,
and a window
i think i remember
i have scars from the broken glass
i'm white as a ghost
but i don't notice
besides, i'd rather not be
seen
i'd rather hide my red-eyed reflection and
the dust in my hair
maybe i died
but i don't know because that day,
yesterday or the day before,
i stopped feeling
perhaps it was
maybe
actually
a few years ago.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 5:34 PM UTC
I think it
might have
maybe
been yesterday,
or the day before,
when it happened
Noticed the room was
different, and the silence was
all of a sudden empty
Realized what a glimmer is
because it
wasn't
Reached and grabbed air
felt my own nails press into my palms
squeezed my eyes and i think a
tear dropped
swallowed into the hardwood and the silence
I think I stopped caring
I think I finally lost myself
in a memory forever
or a dream
it's so much easier, after all
better to be alone than to feel lonely...
there used to be a mirror in the corner,
and a window
i think i remember
i have scars from the broken glass
i'm white as a ghost
but i don't notice
besides, i'd rather not be
seen
i'd rather hide my red-eyed reflection and
the dust in my hair
maybe i died
but i don't know because that day,
yesterday or the day before,
i stopped feeling
perhaps it was
maybe
actually
a few years ago.
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