Empty Halls

Empty Halls

A dear friend told me that I wasn't broken

But I know I am, with every word spoken

because I feel it in every inch of me

Shattered remains of what I used to be

 Broken glass and ruined walls

Just a series of empty halls

Winding through never ending pain

Knowing it will all leave a stain

The passages never ceasing 

And my anxiety increasing

Depression tracing the outlines of my heart

Lingering on the edges, before it can fall apart

The walls to high to climb, 

A labyrinth inside my lonely mind

I tread on shards of my shaking soul

I made mistakes, and this is the toll.

For when every breath feels like a sin

There is only to let them win.

My demons consume me, I'm almost gone

In this game of life, I was only a pawn.