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by Neft Apr 11, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / other
My walls, they're more forgiving Then the faces that have past With comfort strong and sturdy When the tears they come at last Apart of white walls, blurry Mixed part with blackened tears It's hard to fight back sadness And pain not felt for years My walls, they'll never judge me Just listen in the night And give me sheltered comfort 'till I turn on the light Words that I can't hear Faces I can not see How long my white washed walls Have hid these things from me In darkness I can't see them But feel them support me Kept close and ever waiting There, never for a fee The paint is rough and chipping But my walls will be there forevermore When I know I'll finally be okay I'll leave and lock the door