It's gone.
My walls are breaking down
And more and more of me is escaping each and every day.
My walls are breaking down and I thought it would be freeing
But it's honestly the worst thing.
All those words escaping
Are not wounds healing
They're are the knifes being slowly pulled out
Exposing the wounds.
With my walls coming down
I don't know how I can survive
The bleeding out.
My walls
Are contradicting my personality.
Words are spilling
Like the rotting walls falling to the ground.
I don't know what to to.
I wanted it to be freeing.
I've waited so long for this.
Its not supposed to hurt.
