by Acacia   Apr 19, 2021

The fantasies broke
The dream is gone
Turns out I was just
A wistful pawn

The doors all closed
The curtains shut
But hey, my wrists
Are beautifully cut

The shadows beckon but
The tears don't fall
I learned my lesson
Last time I let down my walls

So now I'll sit here
My life crumbling away
And yet all I can do
Is watch the decay

You won't see me cry
Or fall down in defeat
My walls are quite handy
They make me complete

You see, I can stare pain
Right in the eye
Without so much as
A prolonged sigh

Remember that next time
You try to shatter me
My walls never cease
To keep me free


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