
stone upon stone
i build this wall
Would you still like me
love me
if you knew
the words cluttered inside?
If i painted a picture
of my mind
the tendrils of poison
that caused us blind?
I am careless
and messy
with days i dont care
for you or me
not willing to share
i bury myself
under the sheets
hide for days
nothing to keep
but darkness
and misery
i apologize…
i am lost
thought i was found
just following orders
hardly a time
to celebrate.
Underneath exists layers… this is what hardens our bones. The heart does speak and lightens our loads.
Nice, J!
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I can’t say I know you well, neither have I been through what you’ve been through but what you wrote here speaks to my heart ā¤ļø
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