Silhouttes.

You stand me up,
Come running back,
Its unbelievable, how you come tripping back,
Making amends with your past,
Repleted with hate,
Repleted with rage and insecurity.
Its not your fault,
For these empty chairs around you,
There's no empathy, for this,
There's no turning around and looking over your shoulder,
These dark, numb and cold months have passed.
Days have gone by, spent keeping warm,
Ringing numbers you've never known,
And they wall down your hallway,
Its not too crowded,
With the silhouttes of your sadness,
Your happiness, your fears, your fears.
In this dark places, there are no emotions.
Nights and days, sunset after sunrise.
You embed your soul in your skin,
For so much misery,
You sew your heart to your chest.
Scared of every word they say,
Too proud to prove them wrong,
Take it from their whispers,
You're not that tough.

Look close, close up to your heart,
There are holes piercing through,
Shadows in your heart,
And empty hands, yearning to hold,
Grudge after grudge,
Look at your rusting happiness.
Never smiled on, you're never looked at,
Spare them the dirty look,
Spare them your broken promises,
Where the sunlight breaks,
You break the dawn,
Falling from the sky,
Stand tall and hold your head high.
I know you can,
Hold up down the sun,
Rise the sun while its set,
I know you can,
Change this world,
Its not too crowded, these hallways.
They're faces of yesterday.
Walking past your dead soul.
Put it back together,
I know you can.
Take it from their whispers,
Its not that tough.