Four Cornered Window.. In A Four Cornered Room

Enclosed in my own prison

Four walls......

Painted simply white.

Dreams are a mental trip in hell.

Neither of us in this home at least not me is able to see the day of light.

Enclosed in a prison like that four cornered window my only friend is night.

This window is like a weird friend though.

I discovered that we have a lot in common

Like it I am forced to sit here, and on issues I am forced to pay no attention.

I am clearly not minding.

Sometime we talk, and wonder if it is this object that I am listening to, or my mind.

Either way one of them is known as Simon.

As I can't say what I feel a wall underneath it is hard would.

The only people that ever meant anything me are gone.

Now it seems that this glass that is so sharp if it became broken is the only thing that I can say has understood.

How I miss the outside world, but I ask myself do I really?

Is it that I have been enclosed in this room for so long that I fear the outskirts of this harsh, but once nice reality.

I think that is the truth sadly.

Do I want to get away from it?

If I really had the chance?

Yeah gladly...

Though I could never see out this window it always was so hard toenvision something that always would grab me.

Nightmares, fire..... No longer a common desire.... The times I get away from it is if I use a piece of paper with a bottle with my friend Jack.

There is no other way for me to get rid of this pain only by using a white piece of paper with a brown substance that will get me higher and higher.

Though I often wonder if this prison will let me free.

I just want to no longer shout.

I know soon that I will hopefully be able to get out.

...............One Day

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