These walls cave in on me.
With every 'You will never be anything'.
I have lost the understanding of what a hero is.
Times before we could laugh and speak.
The house becomes vacant, even with everyone there.
Turning my back to the present, leaves no room for the future.
Times now that words are too hard to speak.
Times now that words are unable to be thought of.
I may not speak anymore.
That is only the will of you.
Standing next to the curb I realize,
I no longer need you.
Your blood rushes through my veins.
It used to drip from my wrists.
Every scratch I made, made the world dissapear.
My soul is no longer in the hands of the weak.
It is in the hands of the powerful now.