These four walls…they’ve seen so much.
So much pain.
So much joy.
So much hurt.
What these walls have seen can never be fully explained. They watched her grow up in their protective embrace. If only they had known what they were seeing…
They saw her first birthday, but it wasn’t just a birthday. It was the start of a lie.
They saw her first tears, but they weren’t just tears. They were the start of an addiction.
They saw her first cut, but it wasn’t just a cut. It was the start of an escape.
These four walls have seen everything you haven’t. These walls, once so innocent in their stark white appearance are now stained.
Stained with pain.
Stained with tears.
Stained with blood.
These walls have felt so much in their days of service. They thought they were protecting her but it was the complete opposite of what they thought. If only they knew what they were truly doing…
They felt the first hit, the first knife, the first stumble, the first shot. They felt it all and there was nothing they could do.
No one knows what the walls know and they never can. No one has seen what these walls have because no one can. These four walls will forever stay with their dark, twisted memories while they forever stand alone, waiting for someone.
Someone to hear.
Someone to see.
Someone to understand the never-ending pain of being one of these four walls.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC