My heart is twisted, my mind a mess. I don’t know where I’m going I must confess. With these walls built so high, it seems like all I can see is the sky. The walls so thick, but not made of brick. Emotional scars and a tattered heart, who knew such a delicate thing could build this massive rampart. So alone I stand among these four walls, emotional cut off, unable to fall. Love seems like such an alien thing to me now. I don’t think I’ll ever feel it again, no way, no how.