Imprisoned within the walls of your mind,
every direction the same.
Screaming will not save you,
no one will care.
These insane thoughts break you down,
but nothing can break the walls.
I don't like this. I don't like the way it sounds, the way I wrote it, anything. But I posted it anyway. Don't ask me why
What color were the walls? Mine varied and were often gray.
I don't know.. Something dark.
Well, I DO like the way you wrote it, because what you wrote is very true and something I can very much relate to right now.