My walls stopped being about keeping people out
Because I did that without any help
My walls got a new purpose
They were there to keep memories in
They were there to keep the good things from running away
My walls kept me from escaping
Because if I got out I am never coming back
My walls kept what innocence I had left in my mind
My walls abetted my delusions
They convinced me the world might not be so bad
My walls built me back up after I had been destroyed
They kept me safe from the demons of the world
Where no one could get in or out
Where no one could get hurt
I kept people away from me
My walls kept my memories alive
My walls saved my life
Because my walls allowed the good memories to live on
My walls stopped being about keeping the pain away
And started being about keeping the joy in
My walls deluded the pain
Kept the suffering at bay
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Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I wrote. They may not be too good, but I tried so...
