my ceiling must be sick of me
my walls must be so bored
listening to me all these years
i wish the walls had ears
they know the most about me
more than any human ever has
theyve seen me when i break and sob 'till i cant breath
they see me when no one does
at night when i feel free
they know how much i want to die
how much pain im in
no one knows that
they watch me carve my skin and rub my scars
they saw me when i was young
playing little games
or crying to my pillow
they watched that little kid hate himself
they watched me turn to stone
i wonder if they were sad
i wonder if they wished they could give me a hug
i really needed one then
i need one now
i think the ceiling and the walls are the best friends ive ever had
theyre such great listeners
