My room

I stand in the small room walls ever changing color as I feel trapped in my room, these four walls.

Anger and sadness 
red and blue my heart feels in swirls and i wonder why i feel such hatred for my normal surroundings this that are and have forever been.

I feel trapped so I fight like a child.
I fight kick and scream as the night comes to me and I look thru the window.

The out calls to me and I cant reach I keep grasping but I cant.
 My hands become bloody as I punch walls and my body acquires lacerations as I scratch at the walls.


Then nothing as I lie a bloody heap in the middle of these walls.


The out calls to me but I cant reach. 
 No matter how far I go... I cant escape me 

Peace

Sometimes Death has a Peace Life cannot give.
I found my heart died many years ago killed by you
selfish man who is incapable of love.
Sometimes love isnt what you thought it would be.
Love is a liar. And
Everyone hates Liars.

I feel a reluctance to be.