These walls serve like a prison
Except the real prison is in my mind, all of these memories hold me hostage, unable to escape
I know one day I'll get out, one day all of this will be ghastly memories just like the others. Soon.
But as for now, I carry a ball and chain on my leg. The ball contains memories, voices of people I used to know or voices of days I don't want to remember except I will always remember them. My memory keeps me a prisoner. My mind is a war I cannot escape. I seem strong because I have to be. The walls in my mind are unbreakable and I will forever remain a prisoner.
