If The Walls Had Eyes

If the walls had eyes could you imagine what they would be saying?

Would they tell all the secrets that you hold close?

Would it spill its profanities for all the things you've attached to it? 

What would it have to say about that night?

Does it beat its self-up the same way I do just because it didn't have the skills to save your innocence?

 

Just imagine it while you lay awake at night.

Listen as it whispers your secrets in your ear.

Do you cringe at the very thought of something else knowing?

 

What would it be telling you?

Does it whisper away?

Or is it as silent as can be?

 

I hear it whisper to me... 

   "This is the place you had your first kiss"

   "This is the place your hand touched his"

   "This is the place your skin became exposed."

   " This is the place where you wishes came true and that is the place that they crashed."

Here is your shame

Here is your denial 

Here is your happiness

Here is the river you've created just laying awake feeling sorry for yourself at night

   "This is the place you first touched that razor to your skin."

   "This is the place you screamed as the mirror shoke slamming a fist into something that never existed." 

   "This is the place that razor got deeper and the blood slowly dripped to the floor."

   "This is the place that could have been your death bed."

   "This is the place she saved you from yourself." 

Here is the past

Here is the present

Here is the future

Here is the time for you to decide.

Move on.

Be happy.

Worry about nothing.

 

I refuse to listen to their ramblings

I refuse to acknowledge all they know

I refuse to know everything else they may contain

 

              I can hear them speaking to you 

              Making you scream

               You want out

               But you can't leave

               You lost your sanity 

               And she's the one thing left

               You feel you will never be enough 

                But you never let yourself think maybe you’re just perfect

                Every time she tells you she loves you she means it

 

There isn't an end to this one

There isn't a final closure