It's the road I never took
That moment which was never quite understood
It's the vague feeling of never knowing what's real
The touch of rain against my fingertips
I hurled you at the glass
and I shattered,
a million pieces of me scattered around your world
It's the knowledge I never acquired
The detachment that settled into my bones
It's the darkness which gives me comfort
The voice which mocks me inside my head
The echo of thunder haunts me
I'm a victim of my own sanity
I've built a shell around me
that can't be penetrated through,
it keeps me safe from the familiar faces that surround me
It's the instinctive fear I've always had of crowds
That odd feeling of abandonment
It's the trust I was never able to give
The emptiness that just never quite goes away
Shards of broken glass
pulsating to the rhythm of an empty beat
Tear it in half,
let it come apart at the seams.
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