We drown our thoughts
With the dying sound of our constant breaths
Masking our fears
Masking our tears
Wearing a mask for our ignorant years
This place is toxic
This place is home
There is piss on the floor
There is dirt on the walls
But we ignore it
We abandon ourselves
Leaving our souls in a dream
And our body in a room with locked doors
We want to leave
But we can't
We want to clean up this mess
