if these walls could talk, they'll tell you how many times I've cried. the endless amount of tears shed. the late night misery i spread. if these walls could talk you would know how much anger i hold inside and how i always tried. you'll see the hate of some kind the loneliness built inside. if these walls could talk you'll know i'm a prisoner in my own body. nothing i say or do is of my own now. my mind is empty, quiet spaced out. i feel alone cold and quiet freaked out. if these walls could talk you would know about my fears and nights of tears, screams for help.if these walls could talk you'll know why i don't care why i refuse to share and why i canted be helped. because here.. in this room.. i'm a victim of my own soul. and walls don't talk and so you'll never know.