All That I Could Be .

There was a house with all its windows broken
I saw a bird flying across those shattered panes ,
The scratching on the wall reminded me of a feeling of emptiness inside my room, an emptiness you feel staring at that yellow light outside.

Everything doesn't have a purpose,
I exist and I still don't have a purpose.
Im like the old man on a wrecked ship , sitting and contemplating death.
I don't know why Im writing this but the face that would haunt me ,
The face that would be there on the wooden board of the ship would be the one
I ever wanted to be.
It would be me.

There won't be anybody judging ,
Just a slice of my life would be sailing on a bottle marked with stale wine ,
A message with some dead flowers inside it ,
That :

"It was all meant to be , even if it wasn't but I made it look like it.
The broken windows screamed off it's fear ,
And the bird stopped flying there ,
It was all that was left in my mind till I closed my eyes.
The last scene was the stars cutting through the sky ,
And the sun melting like the last orange ball squeezed hard ,
And the last thing left to say is the home I had been looking for was 'someone' where I wanted to grow up.

A home , I couldn't find. 

But all I could see is ,

I could have been dead somewhere beside an ocean but here ,

It could have been anywhere but here."