Walls

The feeling of concrete confinement against my skin.
Scratch
Scratch
Breathe.

I cannot breathe because of this fear.
No emotion, no tears.
Emptiness.
The crime of my childhood haunts you.

Walls, everywhere, not air to breathe.
No softness to feel.
I wish I had healthy life to heave.

Daring to make my escape from mental reality.
Being not of sound state and mind.
I wish there was a source to combine
There is no way out of this formality.

Just these walls.