Flesh and bones is what you see. <br />Strong willed with shaking knees <br />Memories of the good times have now faded away <br />Keeping my head above water is getting harder with each passing day <br />Drowning in my own sorrow and choking on my tears <br />Call it fate. Call it destiny. The walls I put up to keep others away are now my prison. <br />My fingers are bleeding from trying to scale these walls. <br />Sobbing and screaming to get out of my head. Please. Please. Make me 50 feet tall. <br />Skin is thick. <br />Bones are dense. <br />Painful bloody fingers are now starting to blister. <br />Like shards of glass. This pain is too intense <br />These walls are my very own Architectural Masterpiece. <br />Years and years it took to build them so thick and sturdy. <br />Not one person could penetrate them <br />Very pleased with my Masterpiece I so very was <br />Filled to my brim with fear, wanting the end to be near. <br />Weak and trembling. <br />I am made of glass. <br />My soul is broken <br />If I don’t get out soon <br />I will shatter<br /><br />neo riddick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shatter-6/
