Late nights | poetry

Jail

For how long have you been building these walls around you?

I don't recognize you.

Not anymore.

Where is the cute girl exuding happiness?

Where is the little innocence I adored so much?

I can't even see a tiny part of the one I loved.

It's hidden behind the strong and unbreakable ramparts.

Who said unbreakable?

Me?

No you did, you said that.

Of course, indirectly.

But don't tell me your "I can't open my mind to anybody anymore, I can't trust anyone" didn't mean those palisades are indestructible.

Why did you stop, all of a sudden?

What do you mean "stop what?"

Stop telling your problems.
Stop trusting people, including your family.
Stop eating.
Stop sleeping.
Stop doing what you like to do.

Maybe I should keep that question simple :
Why did you stop living?

And kept convincing yourself that these walls are your home?

Let me tell you something, do what you want with it.

If you keep building this high and strong jail,

You're not gonna see the sun again.

You're already putting so much effort in the erecting of this shit.

While a lot of people are asking if you want help to destroy this prison.

So let's just fight against the darkness, the absence of love and attention you feel,

Just by doing one thing,
One slight thing,
Probably the hardest you'll have to do.

Ask someone for help.

"Someone", as I said...

Well you're surprising me, I didn't think I could be that someone.

It would be an honor and a relief to knock this cage down.

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Written on October 9th 2018, 3:55am

I got inspired by one song:
- Land of All by Woodkid

(And yup for the first time the image is only here to decorate wow)

Woodkid is btw one of my favorite artists (and he's french ehe)