These Four Walls

by Still Slightly Broken   Mar 24, 2009


These four walls, are stained with the secrets I could never tell
Their words fell a story: my journey through hell
These once starch white walls, have been my only friend
But these four walls, were not there till the end

In my darkest nights, they were my strong support
They listened to my weakening voice as I never endingly fought
Witnessing my pain and all my self assault
Hearing the voices telling me their problems were my fault

But these once strong walls, are falling like the London Bridge
And as my secrets escape for the world to see, all I can do is cringe
I should have learnt by now, that I'm always on my own
These four walls have broken more than enough times, I guess I should have know.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Dan

    That was pretty stunning. You just seemed to give off these powerful emotions that are screaming out at the reader.
    "But these once strong walls, are falling like the London Bridge
    And as my secrets escape for the world to see, all I can do is cringe"
    That one part made me realize how much sometimes we cringe when our secrets are exposed to the world. Stay strong through it all.

    -Dan

  • 15 years ago

    by Fire Catches

    Another amazing poem.
    my fav. part was
    "These four walls, are stained with the secrets I could never tell
    Their words fell a story: my journey through hell"

    Great job. 10/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Hologram

    *Tear*

    I feel the exact same way,
    I keep telling myself that my walls around me aren't gonna break, but they're of of the many things that do come crashing down around me.

    Stay strong gurl.
    x

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