1 This House

I live in a house that chokes, It squeezes my throat so tight. I can barely breathe. All these walls that surrounds me are painted with pain. Coats upon coats of scars that are presented beautifully for others to see. The colours are bright but it's darkness that blinds me. My items are scattered no room of my own and each room holds the memory I don't want to relieve. Each room is like a cage. I'm trapped inside no way to get out even if the doors are wide open. These curtains, these damn white curtains that you can see through, yet it still manages to cover all these lies. I live in a house that chokes. Choked by depression, choked by pain, choked by anxiety, choked by rain, chocked by rapes and choked by abuse. All these are painted on the walls under each coat of paint and if you look close enough you will see, not everything with colours can make you happy. Not everything that displays bright means there isn't darkness beneath. Colours are just used to cover up reality.

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