My WallPaper

Quietly mocking me, Your image still there, Holding my room together, Your memories lie there, I hide under blankets, And lock all the doors, I here something breaking, My soul, my core. I wish I could wash you, From the memories, my walls, I should just forget you, But would I fall? You’ve held me together, The paper, the story, You’ve covered it all up, Been the wallpaper. I could change this forever, But could it hold up, You become like a sliver, With your words so corrupt. By Sheena Bonita May 29/07