walls

I am sick of thinking.
I am sick of trying.
I wake to the same cream walls and they draw out my will to crawl out of bed.
I stare out the window at the moon and cry.
The tears are silent and unseen on the inside I am dying.
I've read all these books that fill my walls.
I've heard all the song I know every line.
I creep through the day, if I had faith I'm sure i would pray.
These walls close in while i silently scream out.
The doubt that feels my thoughts and dreams is enough to suffocate me.
In time everything will be ok.
Yet another lie I tell myself to get by.
©daydrena