Walls
A poem for those suffering and those who have survived — you are not alone.
Sometimes I can’t see, My eyes are clouded.
Pain and sorrow from those who doubted.
Afraid of the world, living in fear. Feeling isolated, let no one near.
Building that wall, to enclose the rain. Hurting myself and increasing the pain.
Not safe, no joy, in my own shoes.
People try to help, I let no one through.
The wall is growing higher and higher. There is no room for all those liars.
Getting lost behind my tower...
I’m losing my strength, losing my willpower.
It’s getting darker, my eyes are clouded.
I was getting scared, so I finally shouted.
Shouted for help, yelled in need,
I cut myself open, but didn’t want to bleed.
Nobody came, it was too late.
I lost the fight and sealed my fate.
I wish I could go all the way back,
And find the hope that I lack.
But now I know what to do,
Slowly build myself up with a shiny screw.
Not a wall to keep feelings away,
But one to make sure my hope stays.
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