I open the lock of the door
To find the rooms screaming at me;
Walls closing in;
Suffocating the hell out of me.
The ceiling somehow falling;
All my miseries crawling
Out of my veins as I stand there.
My blood boiling to see the view from the window
That opens to a better world than this forsaken floor.
The curtains hiding
All that this place has seen.
Spider-webs at the corner of the ceiling-
Sign of the horrors of this goddamned place.
I hate my home…
// a REAL, REAL personal piece... its actually the way i sometimes feel. I'm actually forced to feel so...the situations force me...
2 comments:
Wow DP... you can tell this one is straight from the heart... so, so, so damn sorry you have to feel this way at times :/ It is not a comfort that you create something beautiful out of it, because the most beautiful springs always from the very worst that we go through... BIG huggles to you DP =)
wow, I love this :) I don't even know you but I seen that you were following my blog (the masked) and decided to check out some of your stuff. You really have a way with words! It's so deep.. you have that way of getting someone into the piece, as if they are seeing everything and feeling your every pain. You may be a complete stranger to me, but you deserve props on this one! great job!
-Chelsea (The Masked)
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