I'd Write a Note but I Was Aiming for Original

As the empty hole you dug for me,
So does my barrier transend
No room for family or close friends

Pictures on the walls,
Left for a monument to my shame
Now I’m a wallflower of a different name

A glance to find another’s reflection,
Lines of fillers meant to blow you out of my mind,
No my attempts at letting go have not been kind.

I guess I’ll leave,
Yeah I guess I’ll go
And I don’t need anyone’s say-so

You obviously didn’t,
And what’s good for you is good for me.
I painted a picture for no one to see

So leave me in a forest so I can become something better,
A pile of rot that will nuture a pile of carcass and feathers,
That would never see another sunset.

And this time horizons won’t keep us apart
I’ve got a lot to say straight from the heart
But not much is said six feet under