In the deep of the night,
when the lights are out,
silence all around,
the four walls are closing in,
i hear a voice.
It questions me,
tells me i'm too emotional,
that letting my heart rule over my head is a sign of childish behaviour.
It sighs and walks away,
shaking its head and left me stranded,
feeling like a child who has just stolen a piece of candy from the stall.
I'm grappling in darkness,
in a quicksand of misjudgements and emptiness.
But you were not there to pull me out of it,
because you were too, struggling to get out of your own pool.
So we sank,
until one day everything was buried six feet under,
and nothing but memories left.