Walls

Just a little something i wrote in my feels these last couple of days.

The walls feel like they’re closing in.

I’m fighting the demons, it’s a battle to win.

How did I get here, I don’t remember this path.

My soul feels so dirty, in need of a holy bath.

I talk to you as if you could hear me.

I tell you I was sorry that I had to set you free.

You should be here in my arms.

Waking me up before any of my alarms.

I’m sorry If you'd chosen me,

I’m sorry I’m not the mom you wanted me to be.