Walls

You see..

I used to have these walls,

Not physically, but emotionally,

They were, so i thought...

Unbreakable...

With what came with trust,

They started coming down...

Slowly...

Right now i pray i had them back...

my walls were weaved of hurt,

Anger,

Pure Hatred,

defeat,

Building and weaving something so strong,

people claim that i was cold,

But when i was thrown in a difficult position,

i was cool under pressure,

could handle almost anything..

Im trying to rebuild...

But i cant...

My foundation is fractured....

There is always some element...

Soon my Walls will be back...

stronger...

better than ever...

i will once again be invincible...

fighting my way to feel numb,

i remember that feeling...

i miss that feeling...

i need my walls...

before i die...