I use my smile as a brick wall.
It's hard to break through, yet
Simple to put up.
And I hide behind it all too often.
The wall provides comfort;
Blocks out everything,
Both good and bad.
The problem is that the walls are so high
I need ladders to add each brick,
Meaning the layers are harder to lay.
No sunlight is let in,
So it's all
And that darkness consumes me.
It consumes me and I don't even attempt to stop it.
Why waste the little energy I have
On a hopeless cause?
The answer is simple:
There's a scary movie reeling through
My mind at all times.
It never ends.
It has a funny title though...
It's sad because it's true.
But when I'm in my little theater,
When the lights are dimmed,
There's too much
Darkness and scariness combined
For me to make it through.
A lot of times...
A lot of times,
I release the toxin that is my blood,
The evil thing that allows me to live.
The ebb and flow of the red fluid
But soothes me
When it streams down my leg as
Tears stream down my face,
And enjoy the pain.
Why not, right?
I mean, behind this brick wall,
That's my only form of entertainment,
The only thing I can count on,
The only thing I crave.
So when darkness falls behind my
When the fake smile is no longer,
When I can cry myself to sleep,
When the blood dances and trickles
From my veins,
A genuine smile.
Because that's when life is finally
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Brick Wall (Poetry)Poetry
*trigger warning* This is a short, dark poem I wrote because I'm going through some stuff. It's not the best, but I hope you'll still take a peek. Feel free to leave comments and feedback, but please don't be harsh, rude, and/or judgmental. Thank yo...