These walls have stood strong and tall to shield me from this cruel world we have made, or maybe it's vice versa.
This stained , dingy, carpet has soaked up more tears and blood than you have ever seen cascade from my dying eyes and flesh.
Those tattered sheets you see enveloping my mattress?
They have offered more comfort and protection than any words or actions I've ever received from you.
That broken razor hidden in my closet, it taught me how to do a number of unwinding things.
No. You can not change them.