I think I need to get away from you.

Look inside past the garden walls

Crying is weak - I understand that.

But sometimes, no matter how much courage or strength I am able to muster, it is simply all I can do.

This frustration is an inescapable prison of destruction. Trapped in these walls time has built for me out of sheer desperation to shield myself from all this hurt and pain has done nothing beneficial for me.

In one word, I guess you could say what I've amounted to is lacerating (myself, my mind, my heart).

To walk away from this life

I hate you more and more each day. Never even thought I could hate anyone so much.

Dream on little dreamer

When the moment is right for you, you've got to go