These four blue walls
I’m terrified of these four walls not for the reason you may think because they were painted by you and you painted them for me my favorite shade of blue and some how they still remind of you.
They say time heals all wounds but what about the ones that don’t?
I still press your letters to my face and I can still smell that perfume that you love gosh I loved how it smelled I tell myself stop doing this to yourself but I won’t.
My days are all gray filled days now.I try to dig myself out of this grave of self loathing but this hole that Ive created will never be filled but after you left all that’s left is cavity,a void,a blackhole,where my heart used to be.
Shattered and broken.I think beyond repair.I’ll return to my devices some I play,some I drink and just sit in these four walls painted blue cause for now it just hurts to much for me care even for you.
I’ll just put on my music I’ll turn it up real loud and just let this world just slip away as I fall back to the old me. Tick tock goes the clock as I find another way for me to crawl before I walk.I guess you where right for once I was the man of your dreams that stinks so bad to say,but now to me we are over and your just bad company.