The Window
Sitting by the window looking for a way out,i'm nothing here what holds me back. There's somthing in the air that follows me around darkness and voices in my head theres nothing with me except an empty chair. Lonelyness overcomes mr tragity all around I would do anything to exscape this surfull place.
Sitting by thr window looking for a way out searching for a person not burdaned by doubt. My window it seems is getting further away drifting from my mind dissapearing into the dark, complete darkness, complete silence, I wonder is this it.
Copyright © Rachel Driver | Year Posted 2011
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