These walls tell of my life And yet what do they say? Do they tell the darkness of the night How much I stay awake just to pray? Pray... to get through another night To get through another year/day/hour Do they tell the enriched morning Of my struggled infancy Of which now I am finally growing apart Growing up am I? How is it, I've made it this far? Do my pillows bleed my salty tears? Drowning every person that comes in With the depression, the anguish, the self pity Of a girl just now seen in the world Do my walls speak of hatred? Anger at the world and all it's players For not understanding any of my foul attempts to get the play right... So tell me Do my painted walls tell my story Of my every day and every closing night?
Reason for writing:
I don't know where this came from
Birth sign: Scorpio
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