When the Walls Fall

 When all the walls fall,

and all the secrets let out and tears stream down cheeks

And the suicides are attempted, and the wrists are cut

And when we curl up, in hopes someone will see us through this nightmare

And when we slowly admit everything to them, in hopes they can make it all better

We realize.

We realize that love isn't about caring, or kindness.

It's about pretending you have a connection to a total stranger. 

Just pretending that you two can just keep out the darkness around you for another day,

While those around beg for help,  asking how.

How you could be so broken inside.

Because when you look around, and see the world for what it is, and not the facade your emotions put out to keep you sane,

You come to realize that we are all broken

There is no help.

There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Just an enveloping blackness that will never let go.