Green Walls

Sitting alone with my thoughts, my mind likes to wander Especially when I want it to stop, I cant think to turn to The alcoholic drops, thats the exact thing that killed my pops. I watched him silently comit suicide through the bottles of Wine, only getting more depressing over time, I was completely Blind, to the world I grew up in, a crack house at 9, answering The door to cops time after time. Looking for my hero, The one who protects me, the only parent that doesnt reject me, I wish my mom and I had a connection, but these days I can only feel tension, from the lack of life we lived together. Im sure the path she chose for her Is much better. She escaped The underworld of a good man. Good intentions just lack of will, Leaving him to sip only on the tripple distilled. I dont blame The man, because he tried his best, life just one to many times Put him to the test. Now he just wants to drink and rest. Leaving Me to be motivated by someone whos already dead, from the Inside, leaving me sitting upstairs between these green walls To cry. These green walls getting close, destroying my mental Composure, closer and closer they get, I do more things Im soon To regret. Im losing control though I see things clear, watching My life go. To be continued...