Walls

Nights like these when the sadness overwhelms me I just want to cry.

It doesn't help. The sadness still exists.

The tears flow down my face like raindrops from a rain cloud.

When will I find the will to stop caring.

To ignore my heart.

To become jaded once again and shove everyone back out.

If I am closed then I can't feel.

To be numb again would be an escape.

To feel nothing would be a relief.

My walls will be built back up.

I will remain in the nothingness forever.