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.
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