i was pushed to the ground
the walls went crashing down
i had no protection from the outside world
a reality full of danger, full of lies, full of pain
i seem to get lost over and over again
unable to find the way back
but i'm sure i'll find myself soon
and bring up the walls that once got destroyed
i'm tired of getting hurt
i want the shadows to leave me alone
and the darkness to disperse
so the sunrise can appear
this barricade of mine won't last until forever
the time will come when i'll have to face everyone, everything
by myself with a straight face, showing no emotion
and without an armor to shield me
as long as i know that scars heal
and the stitches shall remain
after the silence is disturbed
i'll still be fine, as always
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Poesíashe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
