• Im feeling like maybe I love you? Do I even know what that is? Questions, questions, running around my head keep me from sleep. You're on my mind and in my heart, so why can't I sleep? Is everything gonna turn out ok? Tell me we'll make it. I need to hear we're gonna be ok.. You're gone and I'm alone with my thoughts of deep, dark, holes where I can hide everything, including you. Needing to find an escape only to walk into the walls I built around me. Walls for my own protection keep me captive. Safe from the outside world that means me harm. Safe from you, safe from myself.. Hold me tight and don't let go. If you do, I'll fall and fall deeper into what I could become. Into what I can't become for your sake. Tell me we're gonna make it, I need to hear it.. Why won't you answer me? Why can't I get a responce? Are you empty too? Like a vase with nothing inside except for the lonely echos? Please hold me, I need something solid to stand on. The ground falls farther, and farther below. Where all our memories go when we forget about the dark past. About the things that hurt us and mold us like clay. We are a creation of our own makings... What do I look like on the outside? What echos haunt my mind and heart?