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.