TheUsedToolguy

I crawl back to my room,
the only friend I have,
the walls surround me,
with understanding eyes,

I feel replenished in your presence,
the only real part of my day,
spend the rest of the day,
making things out of sticks,
that are only bound to break,

why don't other people have your eyes,
why don't other walls have your eyes,
it's just not the same without you,
I try to remember what it was like in your presence,
I'm thinking too much,

it's so dark, I can't find my way,
stumbling and clutching for something,
to hold me up,
I crawl back into my room,
just happy to still be alive