The Wall I Build
Weights are pressing, pulling me down,
I am drowning, lost where no light is found.
Darkness whispers, it seeps through my skin,
Not sadness now—something deeper within.
I push the world back, it feels safer this way,
A wall of stone shields the night from the day.
I tell myself pain won’t reach me again,
So I harden my heart, think only of gain.
But love in others is salt on my wound,
Their laughter feels cruel, their joy ill-tuned.
I stand in shadows, brittle and weak,
A broken soul the daylight won’t seek.
I am tired of pain—always the same.
My veins run heavy with, hatred and anger , a venomous thought .
I push away love, for safety, for breath,
Building strong walls that resemble my death.
Yet somewhere inside, a flicker remains,
A fragile ember beneath all the chains.
Though darkness has worn me, and silence has grown,
I dream of a place where I’m not alone.
