2/23/14
i've broken down my own walls before; i have even tried to open up. but when i opened up my door, people peeked in and walked away. probably because they didn't like what they glimpsed. probably because they didn't care enough to stay, even though they said they would.
that's why i've been spending a lot of time with only walls as my company. i feel like i'm one of them sometimes; not just a flower sticking there but the wall itself. standing tall and guarding my soul. letting people lean on me because they think i'm sturdy and strong.
what they don't know about is the sadness that is slowly leading to my decay. what they don't see are the cracks in my being. what they don't care about is me while I'm still standing.
all this i'll endure until i turn into nothing but rubble and dust.
