I walk alone, down this road of looks and glares, because of their selfish judgements.
I walk this empty hall with nothing, but a pair of ripped jeans, and an old dirty jacket.
I walk alone with that fake smile fake laugh, hiding my true feelings.....I wear a mask.
I walk alone with those memories of muffled screams, bloodshot eyes, tears, fighting, black eyes, people getting hauled off to jail in a police car....people I love.
I walk alone worrying about those people who do drugs and those people who are suicidal ...afraid of them taking their lives one day.
I look in that empty mirror with an empty expression....wondering what happened to the old me, and when the old me will return.
I walk alone down this hall and get sucked into a whirlpool of drama unable to get out before it drowns me into a big emotional reck.
I walk alone through my trials, my own heart aches knowing that they happen for reason....everything happens for a reason.
Beautiful. I can tell you put your heart into this. It was such a relief to hear someone saying their fears instead of using big words to describe what the boulevard looks like. Thank you.
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