Talking to walls.

Not everything is immediately fixable.

If i keep talking will it fall?

will my words knock down those very tall walls?

yet I see, another wall to be found.

My knees always seem to hit the ground.

My words make contact reverberating throughout every hall.

frustrated with myself, this dark cloud only serves to bring me further down.

Did I really mean it when I said, don't stick around?

Now I hear nothing.

Not even a sound. 

But all I make are Sounds!

I make them all way to loud.

My head pounds and my knees begin to bleed.

But my heart wont stop.

My tears imply this soul continuing to plead.

I am left, with the blood that I bleed, and no one but myself to impede.

This is all I thought, in the end I would need.

With my tears, I proceed.

At last, into the depths of my thoughts I recede.