These four walls hold me in,
sending my brain on a spazztastic whim.
Sometimes the pain never seems to end,
so i bring on the blade,
sometimes my only friend.
I hate the people who love me most,
I feel haunted by the lies,
my own personal ghost.
Stupidity sticks to me like glue,
no one can help me,
not my friends, not you.
This poem was written/submitted by @l3x@.