What irritates me the most is the fact

that i can't even tell others why I'm even feeling this way.

The unmixed sadness, had it all started with the memories

which always end in tears. I don't know why

but things are getting better, but the more they are

the more i have to hide. And to know i have to hide is

making me even more upset. The whole complexity of it all

I had told her so

When the doors start closing one by one,

that's when the real horror starts.

As voices creep in one by one

threatening to drown the very self in.

Silence begun to play its tune

The walls are closing in

can anyone hear

Banging on the walls

Trying to get out

but too afraid to even try

She can't hear,

She screams

When the doors closed

The horror begun

Chained by promises

Burdened by one own tears

No one can hear you dear.

Don't bother.

All the whimpers.

They serve no purpose

See that girl

I told her so

She will end up this way

If she had only listen