Does it not sadden you that one day we are
Best friends and the next we are enemies.
I don’t see how it couldn’t,
If you can lose a friend and it not bother you,
You are not strong, you are weak,
Because you don’t want to fight for something, someone.

I don’t know what to say when we are both in the room,
It shouldn’t be weird, nothing happened.
I really don’t know what built this wall
But I want to build a door,
So at least there’s fresh air coming in,
At least there’s breathing room.
The wall smothers me,
It closes me in,
I can’t breathe,
It makes it so dark and lonely,
It frightens me, to think that I may never breathe again,
That I may never get out,
And that I might not get back what I had before,
Before the wall was built.


Doesn’t it sadden you how that wall was built right between us,
It does me,
It frightens me,
It just sits there all day and mocks me,
Laughs at me,
And tells me how badly I missed up,
And I ask it “tell what did I do?”
Nothing, silent, no reply,
I say louder “what did I do?”
You have no idea how quiet it can be until it’s silent.

Doesn’t it sadden you 24 hours can take us from one end of the extreme to the other,
What could be so horrible,
So big to build this wall,
This wall that keeps it so dark and cold all the time.

Silence,
A word,
A felling,
But most importantly an emotion,
An emotion that eats at you from the inside out
Until all you can do is try to find air,

Doesn’t it blow you away how fast things can change for the good or the bad,
Doesn’t it sadden you when everything goes the wrong way,
And you don’t know how to break down that damn wall.

Silence, it’s so loud.