I closed every door
That lead to my heart.
I locked every knob
Before anyone turns it open.
I closed every faucet,
Every valve that holds my tears.
I secured all the nozzles
That might make these waters spill my fears.
As I closed everything
In my body
In my mind
That would tear me apart
If anyone got a hold of it,
These four walls,
They were closing on me too.
They left me with no space to breathe
They caged me in with no door, no window to escape
They sealed my mouth with stitches and tape
They trapped me with no trace of voice to scream.
Maybe I was never lost,
Maybe I never drove the wrong way.
Maybe it was that I've always been confined
With everything I tend to hide.
I closed everything
Too much
That I was too afraid
To be open.
And now as I'm left
With the walls still moving in,
I wonder if all that's left to close
Are my eyes
And be left with darkness
forever.
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