If walls could speak
they'd say hello
they saw me not breathing
and my life begin to close.
If walls could speak
they'd say i wasnt alone
that there are others out there
who will actually care
If i could speak
I'd tell them to shut up
i have cried so many tears
i don't wanna be here
The big problem
is that people don't care
they walk on by
as if I'm not there.
So I might as well
not be so in need
because people will just look at me
and watch me bleed.
Your poem felt like there were more than walls. Thanks for sharing
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Walls often listen to whispered coversations... if only they could talk as well! But in this poem they do, they're more than just a pile of bricks. Love it! Thanks. :) Please write some more, I love your poems! Athena xx