walls

So my knees are the foundation
My skins the crumbling walls
And the fire in between is my blood
And it’s cold, and weak, and small…

~*~

and i could hear the walls

of my crumbling existence

crashing down around me

simultaneously, but i just

don’t want to build it back

up anymore, because i know it

will just fall down again, and

honestly, it’s just not worth it.

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