My Life In Solid Pieces

I never knew much, about life outside my walls. The walls I built. To protect myself.
Once in a life, they fall, and im left with the pieces. No ones there anymore. Not even myself. I don’t know who I am anymore. I’ve built new walls, tougher walls. That I can’t break down. So I thought. Then I met him. And it changed. My walls broke but the pieces were left behind me, and all I saw was he. I thought it was perfect. But it wasn’t, it really wasn’t. I shouldn’t have let my walls down.