Wednesday 13

They come and talk to me
When I am all alone
They always remind me of all the things that I've done wrong
It's scary, disturbing, but somehow I'm not sorry
The only thing that's even real is the feelings that I don't feel
They're all the same
But they're so different
They're leaving evidence of my darkest secrets
I hear them, they're calling
The skeletons in my closet
I hear them, they're calling
The skeletons in my closet
It's taking parts of me into the unknown
It's like a void inside of me that goes on and on and on
It's scary, disturbing, but somehow I'm not sorry
The only thing that's even real is the feelings that I don't feel
They're all the same