Pain and guilt. Look at the walls I have built.
Aren't they glorious? Are they preposterous?
Watch as they fall on to me. I'm crushed by the concrete.
These burdens I carry.
Words that cut so deep.
My blood seeps into the concrete.
It's kind of funny that no one saves me.
Why would they?
They tried to break the walls down for so long,
That they gave up.
They didn't even care when they came crashing down,
On the scared little girl who built them.
