Memories displayed in frames hung on the wall, showcasing a family that no longer exists. Not dead, but grew into strangers. I am living in a shadow of people I once loved, a ghost of those who were once my beginning.
My body is made of grief, anger and every word I forced myself to swallow. But years ago I would have spit them right out.
Where has that sort of expression gone? Oh, where did I leave it?
I can't remember and I'm afraid I won't ever find the voice I long for.
Is love really worth it if I'll lose it one day, some way? No matter what I do, everything I once held dear to me always seems to slip away and I don't know how to save it.