Unlit Shelf

In the silence of the room, echoes fill my head,
A broken mirror reflects the words unsaid,
I sift through the memories, they blur and fade away,
Searching for a reason to face another day.


But the shadows whisper softly,
Calling me to stay,
I can’t find my footing,
In this endless gray.


I wanna kill myself, grab another off the shelf,
A haunting lullaby, I sing to no one else,
Cracks in the foundation, where my hopes used to lie,
Drowning in the echoes of the dreams I let die.


Ghosts of laughter linger, like perfume in the air,
Each faded photograph, a reminder of despair,
I wander through the corridors of all that we once were,
Caught between the silence and the truth I won't incur.


But the shadows whisper softly,
Hiding in the light,
I chase the fleeting moments,
But they vanish out of sight.


I wanna kill myself, grab another off the shelf,
A haunting lullaby, I sing to no one else,
Cracks in the foundation, where my hopes used to lie,
Drowning in the echoes of the dreams I let die.


I know tomorrow's bright, but I can’t see it now,
The weight of all the sadness, it pulls me down somehow,
Searching for a hand to hold in the darkness of the night,
But the only thing I find is another fading light.


I wanna kill myself, grab another off the shelf,
A haunting lullaby, I sing to no one else,
Cracks in the foundation, where my hopes used to lie,
Drowning in the echoes of the dreams I let die.


So I’ll drift in this silence, as the world spins away,
Hold onto these shadows, till the dawn turns to gray,
In the corners of my mind, where the lost memories dwell,
I’ll keep grabbing another, off this unlit shelf.