House of pain

Molded grey ceiling,
upset feelings,
waiting for you to get your fill.
Leaving me alone
to face these problems on my own.
Ugly black floor,
Tommorow's sorrow.
Shut the door.
Faded red window,
next to a blood dry bed sheet,.
You're making me feel this way inside.
I'm not sorry to say,
you've made me this way,
and i'm not sorry to say,
it's my turn.