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Brick Wall.

In this room,  
All alone,  
I stare to this brick wall.  
I bend my neck, upward inflicted, this thing towering 8 feet tall.  
This brick wall I've cracked,  
This brick wall thats broken me, as well.  
This wall that met my bleeding hand, and made it further swell..  
The brick wall that knows all my secrets and has watched me cry.  
Maybe this brick wall is my new bestfriend, but maybe it wants me to die.  
This innocent, white wall.  
I put my scarlet impression upon it.  
Just so even when I'm gone,  
The attendees will remember me on it!  
Maybe then the kids will know I'm the monster under their beds.  
This brick wall, running constantly through my head..  
I can barely see out of the window,  
Dancing in my jacket-so-straight for a better view.  
I catch a glimpse of lost love,  
And with that I throw myself back into you.  
Harder, and faster, til I'm sure I've added more cracks.  
I have more holes now, too.  
The doctors with my sickly thick medicine come.  
Just for me, and their fingers strum..  
I sleep..  
   
Waiting again to attack my brick wall.  
One day I'll get out, I am insane, after all.
Written by BleedingInferno219 (Kristyn Ashley.)
Published | Edited 2nd Mar 2012
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