The walls have ears,
always listening to every word you say

If the walls could speak,
I hope it tells you it’s all going to be okay

If the walls could touch,
I hope it holds you tight night or day

If the walls could feel,
I hope it takes those feelings away

If only the walls could

Was it worth it?
finding peace and serenity in the the drugs you consume?
But leaving you feeling alone and empty in the corner of you room
right after?

Depriving yourself from any sort of self care
just to numb out the pain you can't bare?
Did it help you get better?
Did it help and save you from sending that letter?
Or was it just an excuse to forget how it felt, to be abandoned
for another?

Forever cursed, stuck in this never ending loop
unless you realize what you crave for is growth.
Flushing out the poison that you fill yourself with
and finally know your
                                                                ­                
                                          Self worth.