the things you left behind

The things you left behind where not things they where memorise, the things you'd scream, the things you'd scheam. The theam of hate. You left your glasses. there broken. like you. Broken. The words left unsaid. The unheard echo of your fights linger in the walls, the halls would scream your name, and when I answer they go silent. Violent, is what they called you. A quiet mess, The things you left behind where not memories or even real things. They where ME.