My Road

This burning,
It's peircing my skin.
The small flames,
Hurting deeper within.

The blade,
It no longer hurts.
And I feel too bad.
When the pain inside lurks.

I often slip.
Which makes me fall.
When others open up,
I put up a brick wall.

The cage large of doves,
That I am made up of.
It's locked up forever,
With only a little love.

But in the end,
My friends are here.
They will not leave me,
They will not disapear.

So I hold on,
I hold on for friends,
This road I travel,
It never ends.