All my walls

Over these years my walls have darkened,
they've Deepened to grey and the corners have sharpened.
All these pictures show what I've felt;
These walls made a promise never to tell;
My hinges all creek,
and my ghosts, how they shriek;
All my doors have been closed,
and to the devil, is whom my soul has been sold.
I cry everyday for the things that I've seen
no one ever says how life is so mean.
my words go unheard,
and every bridge has been burned,
Nothing can be redone, covered up or redrawn.
All the marks that are seen,
have been put there by me,
Mostly, tempers gone bad
Others, it's being so sad;
but Even with all that I know
I still question how my life was ever made so.