Walls of tears

My life is a different world Uninhabited, wrong place. My mind is a cave; Imprisoned in herself. If one day in my mind you got in, you would understand. If the walls of my cave talked, they would tell endless stories. They would say how many tears spilled to avid, they would express how many sleepless nights I have spent. They would regret my suffering. A wall ; does not speak because it is silent: if they talk and express; they would understand, but no. A wall does not understand but still knows all my suffer just like you; Talking to you is like talking to the same wall. See my suffering but you do not understand the pain.

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