Walls

What's that?

Who's there?

I can barely hear you

Over the clamouring of my tears.

What's wrong?

Don't you see?

I built these walls

To protect you from me.

Not who I am

But what I've become;

A walking of pit of despair

Infected from moments held so dear.

Those moments once happy and

Laughter filled have now morphed

And twisted,

The laughter now dark and stilted.

What's wrong?

Don't you see?

I don't want you to become infected

And end up like me.

What's that?

Who's there?

Oh, you've gone, In a way I'm glad,

But I wish you'd had the courage

To break down these walls for me.