C.R. Ebowski

(Living in my reality / Dying in the world)


This should be a nightmare
Trapping my body inside
Curled in a ball in the corner
Isolating me, just as it had always been
Reliving the painful past
Plastered on these four white walls
It’s the inside of me
Tearing the walls like the tears on my soul
This is my prison to which there is no escape
Just me and the room
Locking everything inside
Of these four walls in my mind

Submitted: Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Edited: Friday, January 21, 2011
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  • Ted Sheridan (2/20/2007 8:51:00 AM)

    Your mind has four walls? I got like one... and I am always trying to dig my way out from under it.....I can relate to this one too. (Report) Reply

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