Isn't love a strange old thing,
so complex to understand...

Disappointment beats inside my heart
as my eyes witness you slowly disappear...

I find myself wasting time
with hope of hearing the words...

My voice became lost
because I was never allowed to speak...

There is no one else to blame
for the scars I can't escape from...

Numbness grows colder on my bones,
with every memory I can't forget...

What do you do when you realise
that you grew up beneath the same...

My world becomes shaded,
as my heart buries itself...

As much as it hurts me to admit;
I just can't deny the pain I feel...

I am the unwanted vase that sits upon a shelf,
in the window of an antiques shop...

My dreams get darker every night,
as new memories flood my mind...

How will I ever be able to heal my deepest wounds...
when I can't even begin to understand how they got...