. .
I'm
home again,
and I'm alone again;
and hell, why do I even try.
But, if home again means I'm
alone again, then, why do
I stay inside? Am I afraid to be seen or
to be recognised? It's just seems I
I am more afraid to be forgotten And I gathered there's
no risk of being out of
mind if I'm never out there to be left
there. I guess on on the bright side; I
could say ;"at least I'm warm
inside," or "thank- fully there's
no rain today." Yet that does
not remove the empty space
beside of me, or so frequently
left inside
of me.
I don't even wish it to be filled, simply gone. Because then I'd never to have to do random **** or get ****** up a bit to pretend I'm having fun. It's nothing to do with "glass half-empty and glass half..." yea that bull. It is simply about all these empty houses that have always been full.
There are many hearts that remain lonesome, at no fault of their own, even among those that love them, they still live with empty hearts, inside empty homes.
