a poem i wrote after i moved here and put all my pictures up on my walls

[deeperthan_hate]

this room seemed so big when i first moved in
but now the walls are closing in,
my life is getting smaller and smaller.
in this small and cluttered room where i put all this that i own
all the memories that ive gathered go on my walls
i remember a time that i want to forget
when i was happy and thought that it would never leave
i took for granted what i had
and now all i have is four walls with you on them
to keep me prisoner in a life past that i cant have.