Ripped out pages, torn up memories, old photos remind of distant times,
where things were so different.
Self imprisioned by my own walls, put up to stop others getting in,
stop them from breaking down my defenses, breaking the shell, looking within,
finding me empty aswell.
nothing to give, im nothing, i fear, this is what kept me locked up in here,
this empty cell, with an unlocked door, my fears were the key,
they made me feel weak,
not worthy of love, i could never trust, or let someone in to get under my skin,
These were my fears or some at least, are they banished for good?
thats for us to see,
Time will tell if ive broken the spell, but the feeling is good and lifting aswell.
A step at a time, each day a new test
, but face it head on and come out the best.
Thanks for reading.
Kyle
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