Current mood:	cold
Current music:	the silence of my room

Poem
it is what it is
and no way it can change
whatever i let in my hear creates pain
it poisons the cells that lead to my soul
which closes the door and strengthens these walls
it traps in the darkness
which resides in me
and keeps out potential that im yet to see
ive bound my own thoughts and slit my own wrists
somehow i always knew it'd end up like this