These walls

Have you ever asked these walls what they see?
Perhaps they witness my restless sleep?
Or maybe they see me turn at night
When I'm wishing it was light?

What do these wall really hide?
Too many covered lies?
Silent cries for help?
Or a place that's just like hell?

These wall see the fears
of many many years
they see a a girl with black hair
Trying to breath only pure air

They see the girl with a knife
and they know she will take her life
They can't stop this they just watch
As the world and her part.