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Oct 2014
The walls are closing in,
And time is running short.
This path I have taken
Is reaching its end.

I can't see it,
The finish line.
16 years in the dark
And still no light.

It makes me wonder,
Will I always be
Dark and damp?
Cold like a stone?

Knee deep in stagnant water
With a leak from nowhere,
Dripping away forever,
Only adding to my tears.

Ten thousand I have shed,
Waiting for a light to come down.
Still no hope, still no care.
I lost faith, enough to push everybody away.

Why people break my war machine
And takes all my bullets
And fights D-day for me,
I still cannot comprehend.

16 years I've been defending
Against all those who care.
Defending my sorrow, my tears,
That became me, slowly but surely.

I love myself enough to defend it,
I hate myself enough to end it.
Please, don't fight my fights.
Don't break my work on myself.
Gavin Barnard
Written by
Gavin Barnard  22/M/Michigan
     Ellie Shelley and WistfulHope
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