Blue tack remains from where childhood innocence was once displayed.
The television is hovering awkwardly from another time, all that's left now is the static.
Friendly companions in which I once found comfort now lay at the foot of my bed with dark, hollow eyes.
The seconds gradually stopped ticking by on the wall clock by my bed and it scares me sometimes.
It was my only solid evidence that life was still going by, now I'm not so sure.
Meaningless chatter from outside my window keeping me in tune with reality, yet out of tune from myself.
The walls are starting to close in on me
So I think I'm going to have to go
Because I'm all alone
In the box room.
