The house

I sit at the house day by day, I've spoken of it before.

I cannot leave this house, for it has no door.

May I leave I call to thee but in response I get a plea,

"Do it yourself you have control, why don't you leave on your own?"

I cannot leave the house no matter how much I want.

The house is larger than me I can't take it alone.

But who to help when I have no one to hold.

I scratch at the walls, tearing the rotten wallpaper.

There's no more I can do the house is keeping me safe.

The outside is terror and pain.

Yet I can't stay forever, I mustn't.

This place will become my terror and pain if I don't leave.