Where's Walden?

So this is me boarding myself up and hoarding personal possessions, compulsions, obsessions. So this is me writing the whole fucking world off in my desperation,

I'm writing it all down in an effort to compile a complete and cohesive record of my time spent exploring the deep and dark cavity inside of my own head.

And by choice I've been walling my bedroom up, and recently my own voice has been the only sound that I've ever heard ringing out. Lo be the wrecking ball to these walls, and pound my door down, and pry up all my doubt. you never let me down. let me out.