There's this wall,
around my heart.
It protects me
from everything.
It makes me cold
on the outside.
But it's worth it,
since I won't get hurt.
It has some cracks,
and some bricks are missing,
But it protects me,
and I repair the holes and cracks.
People try to reach for me,
but I just cower away.
People hurt each other,
and I don't want to be hurt.
I cry every night,
beacause of the past pain.
I cry all day,
beacause of the past pain.
But, the wall protects
me from anyone seeing me.
I catch my tears,
and they help me build.
I cut my skin,
and let the blood seal the cracks.
I kind of wish,
I had built a door.
But it's to late now,
and I'm locked inside.
Maybe, if I stop bulding,
Maybe if I stop sealing the cracks,
I'll get out when someone
decides to knock the wall down.
But, right now,
it seems impossible.
No one is helping me,
will they ever?
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Poems for Everything (Part#1)
CasualeThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
