 my wall
sit here in solitude, surrounded by my wals. Although I built them, theh give me no comfort at all. I have sat here saying nothing for what seems like a thousand years, and in that time I have filled these walls with a lifetime of my tears.
There are people who care about me and want to know of my sffering.
Maybe someday I can tell then of the anquish i am hidding
It is hard to say how i feel, or aything at all. It is so hard being the perso trapped behind a wall. Outside I have painted a pretty picture for everone to see and hope that it will cover up th pain inside of me. Do you know what it is to want so bad to scream? But not know how or why? Do you know what it is like to wait untill you are completely alone to break down and cry? I do, I know all too well. For 15 years I have lived this way, trapped inside my self constructed cell. I am afaid someday I will no londer be able to contain it all.
I am afraid someday the pressure ill be too great,
and I will fall |