i wrote my thoughts on the walls but they still kept me in my mind. 

let me rephrase that—

i wrote my thoughts on the walls but i was still stuck in my own mind.

i had to cover them because it was too much for me to deal with.

under the paper i know they’re still there.

under the trauma and pain and blood and hustle and dysfunction—i think i am too.

or i thought so at least.