These Walls

These walls are so binding
around them, I freeze.
i've been pinned to them,
thrown against them;
these walls forced me to bleed.

they've been his canvas
where he uses my body to paint.
they're screaming my name,
but I don't want to go...

I look at them and see everything
it's like they tell a story.
they've seen him strip me of my glory,
experienced the horror
that goes on behind closed doors.

together it's our struggle.
my heart aches for these walls,
'cause they're hurting right along with me.

I just never realized it.

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