This house is not a home - The air hangs heavy. I cannot be here or co exist with all these ghosts in the walls. This is the day I died inside. The beginning of the end of me. What happened here is scarred and will not fade. The rooms are empty, theres dust on the floor. Not a foot print, not a trace of someone. This empty home, this hollow place. There is nothing here.
Everything is falling apart right in front of me and theres nothing that I can do but let it consume me. How can you take everything away, expecting me to just be fine? It’s like you took a piece of me and told me I could get it back, just to laugh in my face. Optimism only exists where there’s hope still left. I want to believe that there's more to this, that every thing happens for a reason, but I cant for the life of me see the higher purpose here. This is so surreal, I cannot comprehend. I'm so fucking lost here.
The door was open, but there was nothing inside. Why was it open? There is nothing inside. The door is open and now I’m empty. I can’t stay in this place I once called home. People always say keep your chin up, everything will be okay. They never mention that there is a chance won’t.
Optimism only exists where there's hope still left. I want to believe that there's more to this, but I’m struggling to find a reason.
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