• my life is held in perspective by four concrete walls.
    i sit here looking at my life through a perspective of someone else.
    there is literally nothing in this room that i can use for self-abuse.
    exept my finger nails.
    i scratch until i bleed.
    sometimes nonintentionally.
    but i still scratch.
    sitting there for hours put throughts in your mind,
    and makes you think of things you would never attempt or do.
    oh what you would give for that one hit.
    that one rush of exitement.
    that one thing that sets you free from all your stress and anxiety.
    oh what you would give for one line.
    one hit.
    one drag.
    holding you back are these four concrete walls.
    four concrete walls that hold in secrets,
    lies,
    and deception.
    walls that are used as a veil over your eyes.
    blocking you from the real world.
    standing in your way of what you want most.
    one line.
    one hit.
    one drag.
    you crave for something so beyond reality.
    but these four concrete walls are holding you back.
    these walls that bring out the truth.
    these four concrete walls that bring out the real you.
    these walls that know your life,
    your secrets,
    your story.
    those four concrete walls.