One day I am going to write something good.
I've been trying to tear them down for so long.oh, I've tried.
to let go...
But now they have crumbled on their own,
and left behind
a pile of dust
memories
dreams
can you hear me scream?
I'm panicking now
scrambling about
and trying to pull together
something too far gone
please don't rush.
I need them here now,
to protect me
to save me again
is this what its like to be free?
lets go back
where I can feel the warmth again.
I am so bare,
here on my own.
alone.
alone.
alone.
I am but a child
with a tear streaked face;
hold me now
console me.
I wasn't ready for this.
I should have held on,
on to my walls.
On Wednesday, December 3, 2008 at 4:18 PM
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