the silence hit the floor soon after she was escorted out the door

Empty my mouth from all the words that just won't come out.
So many racing thoughts, not enough time to process one.
What are you saying? I just can't hear through the pounding.
That familiar sound, the sound of my heart in panic.
So many times it's begged to leap out of my chest.
Then, all the times it's felt torn, heavy, broken, damaged.

Sloppy mistakes leaves one to wonder.. are we truly ever forgiven?
Maybe, forgiveness is a lie.
Maybe, we're all a lie..

What if this were all a dream?
What if you were the last one here?
If all the people around you were just figments of your imagination.
Could you survive? Why would you?
Then again, why wouldn't you?
If nothing existed, if everything was just told emptiness...
                                                            [like the inside of your chest]
then what? What could you do..?
Would you just continue to live in emptiness?
Try to imagine that all is fine?

.. Maybe, I'm a lie.