These walls.
The four walls that have become my biggest comfort, my safe place.
The four walls in which I could be myself. Where I could read without feeling the pressure of everyone's eyes. Watch movies, shows and videos without getting judged. Where I could do almost anything I wanted and feel anything.
The four walls that have seen me at my best, but have also seen me at my worst.
When not a single saw me.
Where I could let myself cry. Cry my heart out. Cry myself to sleep. Cry, till I'm exhausted and simply have no energy.
Where I would have mental breakdowns that have changed my life and soul forever.
Where I wanted to end it all. So many times.
Where I spent sleepless nights. Thinking and remembering. Where I got frustrated over school. Over homework. Over my teachers. Over everything.
The four walls that have seen everything. My soul. My mind, my scars, my smiles. My tears and my confusion. They have seen it all. They were there to comfort me when I needed it the most.
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Thoughts from mind
PoetryThis is a collection of lines that I wrote. I guess you could call it poetry but it may not always rime. Some may just be thoughts straight out of my mind. Some may be moments I've experienced. Some may be the feelings I've felt. And others might b...
