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My heart is a mess,

a home with towering walls

and disorder abound. 

There's holes all around

from the moments

I've lost my temper.

My frantic emotions

scattered on the floor

like dirty clothes.

My flow of tears 

like a running faucet

drowning the whole house.

Sometimes I wish 

I could put a match to it

and burn it all down. 

But I'm locked inside

so I would kill myself

in the process.

I'm barricaded here

in this home where 

no one has the key.

I'm trapped within

these four walls

and no hope for escape.