Don't

Don't come in. I don't want you to see me. These walls, I built them for a purpose. To keep me away from people.

Don't come in. There is no light in here. Just me and my broken wings, hugging themselves in solitude.

Don't come in, you will see my soul and I don't want that. You will see the never ending tears, and how they look at you in horror and wonder.

Don't come in, I am not ready. I am not ready for you to see the sorrow, and the mess, and how my soul bleeds from the pain and horrors of the world. How I sit on the stone cold floor, defeated and vulnerable, arms spread wide and eyes wet in bewilderment.

Don't come in. Don't get too close to me cause I might hug you. I might love you. My soul, she doesn't deserve that. I deserve no love, I am just wrong, just scared and fighting battles you would not understand.

My walls are there for a reason, and though there are no windows, the cold stones keep me warm and hug me with bruises and seal my wounds in their cold, cold silence.

Don't come in, cause I might laugh and I might be myself and you might see the child that hides under sarcasm, under aloofness, under cinism, protecting herself from emotions and flying away from people with unhealed, bloody wings.

I cannot fly now so don't come in. Let me be.