I've pondered your words.
The ones that danced so elegantly across the page.
Those that held no fear, no regrets.
I should tell you...
The walls you wish to unravel aren't just there for my protection.
They keep in a monster.
Others can testify, I am no angel.
My tongue of silver has rarely been used for good.
And I don't feel any inclination to use it for good in the future.
I've broken my fair share of hearts,
Shattered my fair share of dreams,
And ended more than my fair share of lives.
I was trained to **** and then booted back into the streets.
I was charged with anger and released, deemed useless.
This situation is an example...
Look inside yourself. Analyze your feelings.
And think about what I could do to the world if I really tried.
Love is beneath me at this point,
And companionship fades quickly.
I don't think my walls are coming down anytime soon.
Nor do I think you should try scaling them.
Inside are my dreams,
Which equate to most people's nightmares.

Life is so fragile.
Even the act of silence can shatter it's very existence.

It wasn't me.
I didn't know her,
but I could have.

It makes me think-what if...

You were gone,
due to my ignorant self,
who hid your harm from the adults.

You were gone,
because I removed the glass,
that protected you from the 100 ft drop.

You were gone,
due to a simple night out,
that caused you to slip back to old habits.

You were gone,
because I wasn't there to help,
and talk you down from the edge.

You were gone,
due to my lack of knowledge,
and misunderstanding of the situation.

You were gone,
because of an accident,
that made you lose control.

What if you were gone

It could have been me picking up the phone,
giving a cheerful hello on the dreary day,
only to have my soul shatter, when the news was given.

It could have been me thinking of what I did wrong,
asking just to hear a voice, a whisper,
something acknowledging existence-Only to be given no answer.

Life is so fragile.
Why must we add to the cracks in the glass of another person's life?