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Pauline Morris May 2016
Another brick wall
I can't take anymore
My life is a chore
Watch me fall

Another brick wall
My head is throbbing
My heart is sobbing
My voices they call

Another brick wall
I'll just bleed
No way to succeed
Laying here in a sprawl
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Another brick wall
I can't take anymore
My life is a chore
Watch me fall

Another brick wall
My head is throbbing
My heart is sobbing
My voices they call

Another brick wall
I'll just bleed
No way to succeed
Laying here in a sprawl
Stupiddog Jun 2015
I can't
I won't
I should
I will
Won't
Still don't
Sat here, staggered
Able to get up
Able to run, to soar
I didn't.
Meg Howell Feb 2015
Humans are brick walls
putting up a front
hard, yet not impossible, to break down
but if one gets it down
they've opened
a whole new world
Kate Lion Sep 2014
After hitting a brick wall with your face
Over

And

Over again

After walking against a rubber band that refused to be broken

(for 18 months)

After wading through snow and sleet and humidity and fire and water and electricity and deserts and Edens and hells

After rubbing dollar store ointment on the battle scars and scribbling pointless questions in your diary
(asking if it was all worth it)
tattooing the pointless answers to your forehead, wishing that you were more capable of deep thoughts

When the dust settles
When the roar of the engines have died
When the ugly monsters stop rearing their heads
When all of the hornets retreat

You look down

And realize that what you were overcoming all this time

Was yourself.
Elixa Greene May 2014
You hear glass breaking, and think nothing of it.
You hear a scream, a shout, and ignore it.
Build a brick wall around myself, but you don’t question it.
No longer smile or laugh, but do you ask why?
All the signs are there, but you never notice.

I want to be like a butterfly.
You won’t break my wings, just because you try.
I want to be like a butterfly.
Emerge from my cocoon, ready to fly.
I want to be like a butterfly.
Laugh until I’m ready to cry.
There will never be enough sky,
to fill me up and take me down.
I’ll always be ready, to be a butterfly.

— The End —