These four walls will be the death of me. Squeezing, constricting til theres no more breath in me. Overthinking, thoughts rebounding from the corners like that screensaver. Im so capable, yet unable to leave. Frozen as the air outside. Limbs pinned, tied like Gulliver. Guilt and sadness and regret leak from eyes fixed open unblinking in the dark.
why do I exist? when to what I consist is nothing but hatred and misery fooled into constant trickery if I vanished or maybe quietly banished would they know with regret would they overflow for they could've made me happier yet they insist to leave me stuck inside this society barrier
When our eyes open for the first time there is a reason we do not speak no words to express nor feelings explain more of difference but more of the same yet the only truth that is known by waking this world that I see I accept I feel will soon become the death of me.