These four walls hold me hostage.
I've been avoiding the mirror because I know I'd be disappointed in who I'd find looking back.
I swallow my depression with every bite of unhealthy tendencies.
The video game is my best mate.
My soul's in a constant state of tug of war between Self-Love and Self-Hate.
The four walls hold my secrets.
The night sky is probably tired of my prayers of wanting more.
The lows are Kaiadas low.
The Highs are Thorong-La Pass high.
Abbotsford reminds me just how hard it is.
The mountains remind me of my lack of connection.
I hear the four walls laughing as they look down on me.
2023 is my year though.
To shine through the absolute pain of loneliness.
Scanning tickets with empty smiles.
I miss 2017. 
But 2023 won't be mean to me?