White Walls

I wake, only to find I’m locked up again:
Solitary confinement in the room with white walls.
I’m running out of reasons, and I’m running out of passions.
I’m running short on any sort of individual action.
I can’t engage the thoughts that used to be profound
They just revolve, round and round
The seamless walls, the seamless days
The seamless, dreamless, endless ways.

It’s just, I found out recently that I’m not always happy.
Because sometimes a smile comes on the verge of tears
And sometimes I lose myself in the weight of my fears.
Sometimes a laugh hurts more than the shadows
And sometimes I’m alone in a place choked and hollow.
The room with white walls leaves nowhere to hide, and
I can’t find the words to ask you to save me and my mind.
Because I need you today, I’ll need you more tomorrow.
It’s just, I’m not as strong as I thought I was. I’ve fallen.