This used to be my home,
But now it's empty.
Once filled with laughter,
And my happy family.
But not anymore,
Now it's just me.
Faded pictures,
Line the walls.
Ghosts of memory,
Haunt the halls.
The dreary passage way,
Echoing their calls.
Once, filled with warmth,
Now, it's what I'm deprived of.
But now dull and cold,
Darkness replacing the love.
Icy fingers of death,
Looming above.
Once filled with cheer and smiles,
Though no longer.
The depression, the loneliness,
just keeps getting stronger.
Until this is just a house,
Full of misery.
With just one look,
you'll see.
I must get away,
Away from this sorrow.
And to do that,
I must not see tomorrow.
