Slowly slipping down the stone walls,
You built so many years ago.
The one made with ****** fingers,
from every cruel and insensitive word.
You stacked it up with shaking hands,
and filled it in with broken hopes.
You thought it'd keep you safe,
but somehow pain always finds loopholes.
So the words kept slipping in,
and you kept bleeding out.
And the only real difference now,
was that no one could hear you shout.
You couldn't fight against their words,
And neither could the stone.
So in breaking it down you learned,
That sometimes pain is better than being alone.