painted pictures

Painted pictures, times ticking , clinking only sound, in the house, i get caught swiming through memmories , Dragging tears from me, Im the only one home, locked in a senseless prison, intensifys i cried to many times, for ones that i dont cross their minds , but times flys, pulling everything away,but the pain stays i feel it everyday , all the ones i loved have moved on , and im stuck behind living inside old times, Painted pictures i figure , they whisper, like the wind though willows , i can hear laughter like i crafted the reation out of thin air , Rage is pain , scared is angry not knowing becomes so controlling, leaves you lonley