Walls

Between each other

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