8years

I look into the window of a house I once knew.
I see the room of 8 years I layed at rest each night.
The walls painted so many colors throughout the years .
The walls are now in an unsettling black.
Memories flash of all those years.
And suddenly I feel the tears.
In that bed at 16 I cried my eyes out over my first heartbreak and at 18 I took him back only to make my own heartbreak.
In that closet holds every homecoming to prom dress.
The vanity with all the pictures holds smiles and sadness.
The dresser drawer on the top left corner is filled with notes, lyrics,poems,and letters.
The posters on the wall tells you the story of that teen girl stage.
The college campus and acceptance letters above her bed tells you her dreams.
The jersey hanging in a frame tells you of her glory years.
The makeup scattered and mascara stained tissue tells society tried to ruin her.
But most of all that one framed photo by her bed side will make even the hardest of hearts weep.
That photo tells you of a young girl who thought the world of everyone, this girl saw the good in even the worst of the worst.
She had light In her eyes. Until the world stole that light.
This room in this house is a time capsule of a girl who believed In love and happiness.
Everyone wants her back.
They only Know the memories of her.
But now that part of Me is just a time capsuled Memory.

This room holds 8 years of tears,smiles,and laughter.
But it also holds a darkness of a soul who's life was stolen.