State of War.

False hope and temporary confidence- I am let down, or rather tied down. The boards break my back and the ties numb my limbs. I close my eyes, but it only magnifies this state of mind. I don't care to venture there, don't care to invoke any questions, I just wish to be free, on my own terms- false hope. I will set a fire to the walls around me, and sit in the ashes. I will tear myself down, and stay till I am found. I will scream till I have no strength, speak till my mouth is dry. I have what it takes to get there, but as soon as I arrive, I'm absent-false hope.