The wall which was supposed to protect me from the moment I was born, never did.

Only once did that wall protect me. And though it was from a weak foe, I still felt grateful.

It was the first time that wall seemed useful for something other than trapping me in.

But that wall never again protected me.

Never again made me felt safe.

Heck, that wall even made me feel at fault.

That wall made me feel worthless.

Made me feel like I was the devil's spawn.

I have learned to never truly rely, never even attempt, to lean on that wall.

Because even in my most vulnerable state, that wall would never hesistate to crush me.

As it is now, brick by brick, suffocating me.

Killing me.

OTL WELL THIS TURNED OUT WAY MORE DRAMATIC THAN I INITIALLY SET IT OUT TO BE. OTL Oh well. I don't hate it. -shrugs- Brought on by a ty mood coupled with THAT time of month. OTL