There is a paper thin wall that separates us.
Me and them.
The ghosts of my past; maybe just the shadow of the future.
I don't know, I never will.
Light i demand, 'cus they say light will take them away.
They say I won't see them when the sun shines.
But deep down I know they are still there.
The shadow.
It lingers over me as I fight to sleep.
It surrounds me like a cloud.
So I wish for rain, to take it away.
Because they say that once it rains, the cloud will be gone.
But deep down i know, it will come back again.
Hope. Dream. Forever.
Mere words or maybe more. Who knows? Who will ever know?
They mean something to you, nothing to me perhaps.
Do I really want them to go? The ghosts.
Am I so afraid of being alone?
2 comments:
i kno this... its like the things that were very dear to you that pinch you like shards now...
you cant classify them as bad memories as they were so important once...
but now are sources of pain...
like a burning sand eating through you......slowly just to remind you its there
Exactly what I meant.. :)
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