Four Empty Walls

Poem By Caitlin Johnson

This life of mine
Is surrounded by these four empty walls.
Filled with hate, depression, anger.
The only way to let them out.
Is with these razor sharp razorblades.
But outside these four walls.
Yes I've been outside.....thankfully
My soul is only full with happiness for 8 hours.
Only during outside those four empty walls.
I wish this life of mine.
Had more time on the outside.
Then staring at these.

Comments about Four Empty Walls

Well Caitlin, it's a very shocking well written work. If you want to smile, read my 'Empty walls'. Konstantin.

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