I find myself standing in a Broken Room
The windows shut with no handle to open
A mess in the center I don't wish to acknowledge
My vision shifts away
And stays away
In a sense, locked peripherally
Shining away

I suppose I figured it out a while ago
Just never put it into words to myself
It was never about me being a monster
It was him, and what I made
To stand by is as bad as to shoot
I suppose I was the gun sometimes
A loose cannon

I can't forgive myself, you know
Which in a sense is why
I made a new self
And forgave that instead
In this room somewhere
A picture
Of two girls
And neither of them here anymore.

The wallpaper is tearing and the carpet is gone
The floorboards creak with each step I never take
Walls and pillars all wood and black rock
There's a word I replace when I wish to forget

I take a couple of steps backwards
And I close her door again