Graduation Day

I’ll just stand there
Breath breaking dead air
With these kinds of feelings
I’m such a bloody mess.
I’ll just lay there
Stare at the ceiling
With these kinds of feelings
So sick of counting sheep.
And I’m afraid of
Feeling alone
Because I’ve had my
Way with the truth
I don’t own
Anything
I haven’t stole
From you, I know.
There’s no excuse.
This is what’s left
Of me when you
Pass through that open door.
I have my desires and regrets,
But i’ll never forget that day we met.