End Of Life

The walls are caving in
sat in this room so alone
nothing looks the same
even though its my home

the faces so different
living in a house of change
the pain still living here
the aura so strange

people come and go
each one affects you in a way
but nothing cant stay the same
things come, things stay

a house full of people
but the heart so alone
living in a world of pain
living in a world on my own

why do things have to change?
why do i have to make no sense
living in the present
but mainly in the past tense

i sit here comtemplating
holding this knife
a beginning of and era
or the end of life