If Walls Could Speak

by alice   Dec 15, 2011

I don't want to tidy my room.
I can't be bothered.
I'm too tired.
I feel slightly sick
(All the time),
Even more sickening is
The thoughts in my head,
The things
That happened here,
The things
I've done here.
Things I can't erase.
But I can clutter up this space,
Fill bare, alien walls
With things I can call mine.

If walls could speak
I wouldn't dare listen.


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