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The walls of my so called life,

Crumble and fall around me,

While sitting in a house of pain,

Trapped by it's dark debris.

My existence cursed with suffering,

I was imprisoned against my will,

In a world of neglect and abuse,

My mind now an emotional landfill.

I've tried to escape in the past,

To lay and permanently sleep,

But the wardens of fate are cruel,

Enjoying the prisoner they miskeep.

I'll soon be buried alive,

Left to suffocate on poisoned air,

While those involved in my torment,

Walk away without a care.