Trapped
I’m stuck here in this room
And all I can see is him
His pictures are posted everywhere
Pictures of when we were happy
When he held me under the water
And we both got soaking wet
That day at my graduation
When he couldn’t take his eyes off me
The time we were at Wal-Mart
And my face hurt so bad from smiling
But I couldn’t stop myself
He made me truly happy
It had been so long since I was that happy
I thought we could withstand anything
But apparently we couldn’t
So now I’m trapped in this room
Reliving every moment we ever had
Every moment that made me happy
Every time he ever made me smile
Every kiss we ever documented
Every day that I’ll never get back
Stuck here looking at them all
As this room slowly fills with tears
Stuck here until every picture is ruined
Until they have been soaked through
And the ink has faded into the tears
Until I finally drown in my own sadness
And the last thing I remember is him
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