Empty Room
I'm here in the empty room,
Singing my songs aloud to myself,
I can hear the words cry as I watch the moon,
Howl as I'm a wolf I now nothing else,
Night my creature comes alive as you know I can barely think,
Soon I'm combining the songs I sung in the darkest thoughts, Here I'm sorry for the words that come to me for the space writes to me,
Could be the drinks I'm pounding down or the emotions I have bottle up,
Could be I'm trying to say I cant handle my mind,
For this could be the time I really show myself in the night,
Here I have so much to say for the fear does not stay the other day I felt the urge to play my most saddest songs I ever wrote here,
You can hear the drummer drumming in the heart I'm coming, Your the light that brighten my world at last,
I'm socially awkward to the point I'm a ghost in my own town,
But I'll be driving blasting music so loud,
Everywhere I go they ask me what happen to me,
I'm here on these pages you stare as if I would be, Knowing my past if I told you myself at last,
I'm here trying to show you the work I been working on,
You wonder why I didn't show this in school because you,
Would be thinking I'm trying to be cool but I belong, On these pages writing endlessly to I master my craft but Daniel do they see this what I have left,
I'm a ghost for the depression I have for I can't ask for help so I write to express myself to let myself be free,
Every night I'm talking to the moon,
What you see the wolf trying to break away,
That's all I have to say here as I stare of at the picture of my family,
Remembering the lovely times as I reminiscent,
The enjoy that comes to my eyes, I'll be here enjoying myself at last.
written: 7/14/2015
Copyright © Daniel Perez | Year Posted 2015
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