After recovering from a bout of depression I really saw who my true friends were. The ones who stuck by me.

I have seen

The scenery

From within my own fantasy and

It scares me

And tears me

Apart from everyone else



Every word

Every phrase

Every fingertip pointed my way

Creates a brick

Lifts a stone

Withering my will to confess to you all



That I’ve been living behind the shadow

Of a wall so I high

I couldn’t seem to be heard above my own screams

No matter how hard I tried



And silence fell

Upon my shell

That I had constructed

Curled up inside

So I could hide

Just as I had instructed my self to do



I was sinking so damn fast

From constantly reliving my past mistakes

Walking through a nightmare in the daylight hours

In a dreamscape from which I couldn’t wake till now



I chiseled through

And came back to you

And rebuilt myself again

Through blood and sweat

But no hint of regret

Focusing just on where I am



The walls have tumbled over

My mental state is sober and walking a straight line

Broken through and broken free

Shattered the shackles of misery and extreme loneliness

With hard determination not to depress

And internal issues to address

In building the wall

In spite of it all

You all remained apart of my life

And in stone construction

To stone destruction

Thank you