There are things about me
that nobody knows.
Which can't be said
through a poem or a prose.
The wars I have fought
and the ones I still fight
behind these walls
never see the light.
I have lost my life
many a time
and have been brought back
through reason and rhyme.
It is cold and harsh
in the battlefield.
Words are my weapons
and my shield.
Everyday is a battle
behind these walls.
Silence is the response
to my cries and calls.
I am lonely
and I am scared.
I remind myself that
nobody cared.
The trick is not
to let anyone know.
To hide your emotions.
Don't let them show.
It hurts so much.
But I am brave
and I remind myself
love is all I crave.
Yet, it never ends,
the war behind these walls.
Not unless, of course,
one of us falls.
The wounds and scars,
they never heal.
Misery is all
I ever feel.
It tears me down,
part by part
until there's nothing left
of my weary heart.
It shatters my spirit
but no one shall know.
The war behind these walls
shall never show.
I think I need help.
