Result of The Breaking Point

This house is like a constant reminder I'm just another face in the crowed.

There's no escape of the memories which still consume my mind.

Just another reminder things have had to change.

A reminder when I wake up,
I'm no longer there.

A reminder when I walk down the hall,
there's no me here.

A reminder I'm stepping on someone else's footprints,
and no longer my own.

A reminder of how I used to sleep,
with the false comfort of knowing what was to come.

A reminder of all those memories,
Which are becoming forgotten.

A reminder that someone else is where I was.

A reminder It can't go back to the way things used to be.

A reminder I've lost the past me.