The ridicule of deserted pages 

Echoes haunting laughter in unseen corners

At each turn a new shadow casts

Its rancid illusion against the wall


I'm tired of trying so hard 

To impress your ghost now that you're gone

I wish i could find peace

But all i see is terror in my own eyes


How can i be so afraid of losing someone i don't have?

So afraid of being someone i've already become?

And what if it doesn't get easier?

What then?

Is it really worth the suffering? 

And is giving up really so awful?


I don't want the answers

What i want is silence