WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER

the party's over;

i'll walk myself home,

silent on the stairs,

wake up the next morning,

i'll lie and say i don't care. 

 

the party's over;

you don't know what goes on

inside the twisted prison of my head,

you think i only hurt

when you're watching. 

 

the party's over;

call you but it goes to voicemail,

kick scattered cups all around,

there's only a few people left,

no one close—no friends.

 

the party's over;

nothing happened,

i'll go, saying my goodbyes

to the people who didn't show—

i'm on my own.

 

when the party's over

i won't call anyone,

i'll just sulk back home

and to places

i never really belonged. 

Posted in response to the challenge Party.

izz_midnight

NH

15 years old

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