I'm surrounded by four white walls,
That I have known for a third of my life.
They are the bland amongst my colorful things,
They are chipped and cracked with strife.
I find myself hidden away in these four white walls,
Too tired and stressed to care.
As everything outside turns to rubble,
And everything inside me is damaged beyond repair.
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evanescence
Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
