Through the Windows

Though my eyes the windows of my soul are closed and shuttered for good measure. Not just for my safety but for others as well. Some people just have such fragile minds and wouldn't like what they could glimpse at if the shutters were open. Though I was the one to lock them, it was not willingly. I shut my eyes to the world only because the world turned away from me first.

Through my eyes there's a house from where the walls waft the ever present acidic aroma of nicotine that is not mine and in the corners hide my demons. They are always ready to pounce and pierce my body with their ice cold shadow hands and drag me down the spiral staircase to my depression. The depression I have been at war with for years and like any other war there have been victories, defeats and casualties. I left my windows open once, hoping against hope that someone would come along and help me but no, I have been ignored and therefore left alone in a battle that is won with numbers. So now my windows are closed, locker and shuttered because that's the way it should be. I have retaliated to peoples hate and judgement by shutting them out but in doing so I have been mercilessly shut in behind my locked windows in the house of tears of pain that represent my soul.