White dove

Lost my job a few months back
I'm broken up about it
haven't turned in my keys
cleaned out my desk
but I find my car driving me there to try

I do try
but the halls call me
it's like I can feel everyone still here
sue screaming
Beverly clawing at her skin
no one knew her real reasons for doing what she does
my guess is
she felt she didn't belong in that body
but I was no one to be guessing anyone's life

by life I mean their downfall
they had no life
every wall here
tells of their stories
how morbid
no laughter while the living walked the halls
more like a bunch of broken china dolls
just there
no one cared to look at them
most afraid of them
and some just wanted a good old laugh

my mother lived here once
I remember like yesterday coming to visit her
leaving saying I'd never come back
but I couldn't stay away
I had to make it my life's goal to make it in
couldn't do it her style
Lose my mind
not me never
I'm that white dove with stained wings
didn't know why I wanted this for myself
I may never know
but it's done
my second homes doors are now shut
soon this will all be bricks and dust

That is life I assume

I think tonight when I leave
I'll leave the doors unlocked
let some cold out
and tomorrow I'll apply at a group home