Where She Builds Higher Walls
I don't need help, I'm fine the way I am. I'm not suicidal anymore. That girl is gone, but they say I'm not any better.
I built these walls too high and no one has ever been willing to destroy them nonetheless climb them. I'm this way because I didn't get help.
I'm this way because when I needed someone they weren't there for me. But I forgave one, My older brother.
He made sure I stopped cutting, he started believing that I could be something more. It was already too late though.
Those doors we're only open for him to open but now there is a chain securing those doors shut. I can only talk to him trough a window opened a inch or so.
It's not his fault it's mine, I was so alone, so numb and he slowly helped me feel again. But it's like some wounds didn't heal and they continue to plague me on my sleepless nights.
I sound depressed and maybe I still am but I don't know, why should I be? I'm treated better here or at least that's what I tell myself. I'm so closed off now I don't understand anyone or anything anymore.
I wish someone would help break my walls down, not someone who gets paid to listen to my problems, but someone who cares enough to stay awhile.
That's all for now thanks and goodbye beautifully cruel world.
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My Truth
Kurgu OlmayanWhen I was 13 & 14 I wanted to Die When I was 15 I was Numb When I was 16 I felt Broken When I was 17 everything was out of reach When I was 18 I learned to move on When I was 19 I had to let go When I was 20 I finally felt free As A 21 year old I...
