Memories.The Past.The Present.The Yet To Come.

when you know they wont talk
when you know they wont bother
you lie awake in constant doubt
the violation
the incessant screaming,inside your head

the need to break the silence
finds you talking to yourself
even though there are people listening to you
there is no real perception
they just hear what you're saying
and act as if they care.

when you know you need a reason
and you find you have one too
the only thing that holds you back
is that they'll turn their backs on you
because no one can be civil to you
because no one can look at you without looking away
the light of the day to you seems hazy
empty,still and grey.

the childish empty memories of yesterday fade away
and a new day of anguish begins,the continuity of it all
yesterday,the silent void that never ends
is now filled again.

the vague image of your prior expectations
paints a canvas inside your mind
the only reason it isn't reality is because
before it could take form
the canvas that was about to be
was torn apart from the inside.

what would be is what would be
and can't be now
the hollow that grows inside of me
leaves the memories behind.