LOCKED INSIDE

I found the one who holds the key,
but it seems as if now he's shattered me.
He built me up, only to tear me down. I sit here alone,
I'm nothing but an empty container of ice cream that he once enjoyed,
but now has finished. Was this all a dream,
an illusion that I made up to make myself not feel so down.
Or was it real, the laughter, the tears, the passion?
I can't answer that question, only he can.
So for now I'll go on, day by day, locked inside myself again,
waiting for him to set me free.

--Nov. 05, 2006--