Think.
Think.
Think.
Time slowly passes by
Even if the hands are racing
The things we know
or want to know in a way.
Seem to crash and burn before our eyes.
What happened?
What is the outcome?
My head is spinning
My lungs are aching
or is that just my heart?
is it too big for anyone to handle?
maybe.
yes.
This heart made of ice
is not ice at all.
The outside is merely a glossy lining
hiding the tragedies
the things left unsaid
the shattered pieces left by others
holding it all together
trying not to fall apart.
There's a huge space
gaping hole
waiting to be filled
by who?
by what?
by the lies that are told
the kisses that are shared
the laughter
the fun
the people
who come in and out of my life.
the dreams i want to pursue.
this gaping hole
in the middle of it all
is waiting
just waiting
to be filled by the ones who care.
the ones who want to stay.
This gaping hole
use to be solid
as time went on
as each person left
a piece of me did too.
People will come
yet only fill a portion of whats been lost.
not wanting to forget the hurt i felt
it stays open.
hoping.
wishing.
one day.
maybe they will come back.
