How did I get here?
Why did I stay?
I’m searching for sunshine,
But my home is the rain.
Home is the prison I don’t want to escape,
Home is the guilt beating behind my ribcage.
You are the shadows locking the gate
You closed the window and drew the drapes
You are the black bird peering over my door
You are the heart beating under my floor.
You planted my roses,
I loved the thorns
You saw my first snow,
I loved the cold
You wrote me a poem,
I ripped it apart
You sang me a song,
And I broke your heart.
For I wanted your love,
But it drove me insane,
Your love meant that I must accept your reign
Your love brought misery, suffering,
Your love and my mind could never be tamed
You locked my door and took my life,
Hid both in a grave underneath the sunrise
A grip on my wrist and I’m running away,
From your hold I will never escape
Saw you in the mirror wearing my face,
Cracks in the glass as I
Severed a vein.
For I sang the song
That broke my heart.
I wrote the poem
And ripped it apart.
I saw my first snow,
Loved how I went numb.
I planted a rose,
Stained its thorn with my blood.
Charged guilty by my heartbeat under my floor,
I am the raven singing “Nevermore”,
I shut the window, left me forlorn,
I locked the gate to settle my score.
Imprisoned by the heart bleeding inside my chest
Imprisoned by a death without darkness
Raindrops on my skin
As I watch the sunset
I want to leave
But I can’t run yet.