Why bother
Sometimes
But then I remember the grandness of love
I search and search
It I just can’t find the answer
To finding myself
Ropes I hold
Thoughts i mould
Into nothing
Hours
Scared and meaningless
Walls of fear
Walls in my tears
Walls between my soul and heart
Thumbs and phone work all the time
Walla of repetition
Blind me
I am hypnotised
The poorest resolution
But I would never do that
Walla of madness walla of bad luck or things bad done
Standing with the wrong crowd or having the wrong anger
Walla of mistakes that you don’t even know are mistakes
Walla of dreams that you fall from each and every day
IM so sleepy
Leaning against my walls of life
It’s all a haze
A daze
Of brokenness
Walls to build things a future
And walls that need to be broken
I am sad from who I’ve become
Although I know my heart is white
But who cares
The walls won’t let anyone see
Tommorow is her true last day of Creche
I feel tormented with a joyful pain
That she is so big and get so small
I still remember so frightened so In jittered worry to just have her
And here she is nearly 5
And her true last day of Creche
I have seen her break many walls
But I am the reason for her sadness too
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