These walls heard
me when no
one else could.

They gave my
words a home,
kept them safe.

Cheered, cried, listened.
Changed my life
for the better.

It wasn't enough.
But they heard
every last word.

You
      Are
            Talking
                        To
    ­                        Me

I want to reply

My
     Mind
             Makes
                        A
                           Plea

But my mouth stays dry

It stings
It burns
My heart's concerns

Words for me
Or so it seems

Now I know
I won't let go
Of the love youve shown
And broken pieces youve sewn

I always hold on tight
But somehow
You manage to slip through
Like water down a cliff
Like sand through cracks
Like hope through my heart

A heart of gold
Silver is sold
Bronze is told
What diamonds behold

A puzzle I am
You wont figure me out
A puzzle I am
You will not find all my pieces
A puzzle I am
You wont put me back together
A puzzle I am
You see the broken, tattered pieces
A puzzle I am
You did never solve

Dont treat me like glass
Because you think Im fragile
Treat me like glass
Because I am beautiful but breakable