These are the walls I built while going insane
The roof is my sadness
The doors are my shame
My embarrassment is darkness no windows desired
The unlocked doors are a reminder that no love is required
This is my home, the home in my head
The house I keep building surrounding my bed
The foundation is made up of abandonedment and pain, or is it all in my head, while going insane?
These are the walls that represent the life I can't figure out..
Yet im still creating more ways in, even if there's still no way out
I'm entering this poem (something i never thought i'd do) in dedication to my brother, Tysen Fullerton, who told me i should... days before he took his own life. Tysen, im sharing this for you. I miss you lil brother. R.I.P.