(I'm not proud of this. At all. I finally broke, and this is what I ended up in. But I don't regret it at all, because I'm so freaking happy after all of this.)
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This room is so empty
I wish you were here
As I look at the faces
Of my new friends
Their poor, tortured hearts
Their bruises
So much greater than mine.
It’s so bleak and solemn
As their strong façades fade
I can see that they’re broken
In so many ways.
This room is so quiet
I can hear myself shaking
But swear my shell won’t crack
Cause the hurt behind it
Might kill me
“Tell us,” Marguerite invites
Here, it’s okay to share.
It’s so bleak and solemn
As their strong façades fade
I can see that they’re broken
In so many ways.
This room is so sad
Smiles are scarce to none
I feel the crack
The plunge, as my heart opens
And I fall to the floor
I wish you were here to catch me
As all that hurt
Bubbles up like lava
Memories, they burn me.
It’s so bleak and solemn
When my façade fades
They all see I’m broken
In every single way.
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