These Walls

These walls have been
Tampered with,

Penatrated and worn.

These walls have been
Distraught, more overly torn.

If I protect these walls,
And believe what's in my heart,

Maybe these walls
Would not come apart.

These walls are those
Of tingly feelings,

Salty tears and sorrow.

Sometimes I want to give up,
But I'm still hoping I see tomorrow.

These walls have felt things that
No one person should ever feel;

Scratches and scrapes,
Beatings with no drapes

All of this,
Because my walls are not sealed.

Sin seeps in
Gets in my way.

Nothing but trouble,
Things get harder every day.

The builder of these walls
Can not be trusted,

For she does not
Trust herself.

These walls are continuously torn
Because of someone else.

These walls have a pulse
That beats all of the time,

But it is also weak,
Which is why

I am broken inside.

These walls are inhibited
By so much fear,

Endured so much pain
In only fifteen years.