These walls

Hurt torn riped apart
is how i feel as i sit in a room with white walls
these walls will be painted red, with all the blood i shed
he hurt me and i don't think her cares
forgotten lonely sick
is how i feel as the light turn to dark
lost confused batter is what i have become
this is what people see, no longer me
laying in this room all alone
a certain urge comes over me
i feel i have to fight it. I have to stop
this is not me i hate what I've become
what happened to the old me the one who was happy never had a care in the world.
ill tell you he tore it all away until one day i was sitting in a empty room with all eyes on me.