(Wrote this poem a long time back,posting it after some editing)
These walls grow thicker,
And i don't think i care, if
I suffocate in this bloody hell.
The air is poisoned by my thoughts,
and it penetrates through these walls.
I've learned to live a way,
like i never have had before.
Confines and dungeons are my haven,
And its so painful to walk the world.
I despise myself,
With no one else to blame but me.
The road that less traveled by,
Is abandoned by hopes,
It's a graveyard where the angels fear to tread.
With miles and miles to walk,
I stagger.hurt,stitched and scarred.
Though it's painful to walk alone,
I don't want anyone to break this silence,
I don't like to see any faces on my way.
I'll walk on the deserts,
I'll walk on the mountains,
all alone,on my own....