A room with sealed windows, a barrier to all cracks revealing sunshine
Boarded up doors to avoid an escape of my soul
Painted walls of words that illustrate my sorrow
Giving up has never felt easier as I sit in the center of this room
Walls enclosing on me, and nothing has ever felt more right
The idea of crumbling with this foundation eases my pain
Falling for glimpses of hope I once had found
Mistakes i now embark upon
These walls speak to me, repeat the lines I eagerly painted myself
A sense of worth so faint, such a beautiful reality of blank expressions.
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