I could never live in a house alone.

Because if I did, I'd destroy it.

I'd shatter every mirror.

For I could not stand the sight of the stranger that stands in my place.

Burn out every light.

Because the lights are a reminder that I will never shine bright.

Stuff up the vents.

For I feel I have no escape.

Tear down the walls.

For the walls are useless against my own thoughts.

Burn the rest of it to the ground.

For I couldn't stand the loneliness.

For I wanted to represent how lost I was in my mind.

For I know I'm not strong enough to deal with my problems.

But maybe if I'm strong enough to destroy everything, then maybe I could destroy my mind.

And finally I would be empty.

Just like the space in which the house once stood.