Four walls

I find my self alone
with nothing to be my own
just with my acts and feelings
to be my own
I'm enclosed in four walls
which to me are not known
i don't know if they are of
fear, depression, or happiness
but I'm enclosed and I'm not going anywhere on my own..
and i am still waiting
to stop hating..
to find something to believe in...
so i better think and not drink
so ill not sink
nd ill not be the same i was yesterday i was yesterday
so ill cry.... cry a river...
thous tears turning in to rocks....
i might hate for a while
and i might think to take my life and die...
but I'm not going to be crazy..
i might think to commit suicide
but thous thought are in my left side...
but to my right i have happiness joy and hope..
of getting out of these tears...
and shedding this fear...
but what i know is that ill leave this dear room
composed of four walls
and not all of them so wrong at all
my life can also go wrong
but at the season of fall
i wont fall at all
ill grow strong and never fall
so if you think I'm wrong
don't have any doubt in testing me at all
but please i advise you to be strong..
i will hold but when you find me feeling wrong
dot go running it will hurt to you all
so i just ask you all, one thing
don't fall and have a nice day...