My hands are bleeding,
From tearing at these walls,
The walls of this prison,
That I have set myself upon,
I have built a cage around me,
Holding all emotion inside,
It has doors to every feeling,
Some of these doors are brittle and frail,
Others are stronger than steel.
Those doors are not meant to be opened.
My fear,
My rage,
My hate,
Are locked behind those doors,
I leave those doors alone.
But my hands are bleeding,
From tearing down one wall.
Bleeding from the soul.
Tearing down the wall that hides my heart and soul,
I have torn down the wall.
Go ahead and take a look inside,
Just dont mind the blood on the walls.
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