"If these walls could talk, I hope they wouldn't say anything.
Because they've seen way too many things."
my walls hear me every night.
they silently listen to the sobs, the screams.
they witness me falling apart
piece by piece.
times arise when they close in on me
in an attempt to provide comfort.
but they don't realise
all it does is suffocate me.
its within these four walls that,
i'm truly myself.
once i leave their company,
i'm no longer the mess I was in the night.
i'm a princess.
the perfect nightmare clothed in grace.
if these walls could talk,
they'd tell my story.
something no one should hear.
so I confine them behind the door,
put on my guise again
and leave them behind.
~ A
AN: Thank you..
My room is home to me. It's seen me at my worst and holds all my secrets..
Ever sat on the floor of your room, thinking about everything wrong in your life?
