The Walls

I'm aware of the fact that this is hysterically awful.

The wall bleeds.

My heart beats.

It gets smaller,

Closing in on me.

 

One day the walls will touch one another,

The roof will cave in after.

I don't scream, why bother?

They hear nothing: no misery, no laughter.

 

And on that day,

Though my heart stops beating,

I know the walls will not stop bleeding.

 

And on that day,

Some poor girl will take my place.

I can only hope that she is stronger than me,

Because a life is a sad thing to waste.

Author's Note

I'm aware of the fact that this is hysterically awful. I just wanted to add some poetry.

Reviews

[imawriter]

you don't give yourself enough credit. this is good! Keep writing and I will keep reading.