Empty Room Sonata

I try to reach out,

extend a hand,

But I’m building bridges on shifting sand.

The faces change, they drift away,

Leaving me hollow at the end of the day.

I see the look,

that blank, cold stare,

Telling me clearly that I shouldn't be there.

I wonder if I’m pushing,

or just holding on,

Waiting for a rhythm that’s already gone.

Is it something I said,

or the way that I move?

Stuck in a cycle I can’t quite improve.

The silence is heavy,

it’s all that I know,

Watching the people I wanted to go.

She said the words,

"Next time, come along,"

I held onto the hope like a favorite song.

But the theater lights went down for him,

Leaving my chances feeling cold and dim.

Was I just a filler,

a polite excuse?

Now I’m just feeling the weight of the abuse.

It’s heavy in my chest,

this constant ache,

Wondering how much more of this I can take.

I walk up to them,

I see the face,

That look that says I’m taking up space.

I’m tired of searching for a door that’s locked,

Tired of feeling like I’m constantly mocked.

Why does the circle

always close its gate?

Is it a pattern,

or just a cruel fate?

I try to be real,

I try to be kind,

But I’m always the one they’re leaving behind.

Searching for a light in the gray,

But the shadows just keep getting in the way.

Maybe the silence is all I’ll find,

Leaving the people I wanted behind.

The stage is empty,

the movie is done,

I’m standing alone beneath a setting sun.

No more reaching, no more trying to stay,

Just letting the music carry the pain away.