From This Side of the Wall
July 18, 2007 by dryxanne
You’ve built the wall, that separates us now.
Subconsciously, I might’ve helped you put the basic stones. Without knowing the effects, I’ve done things I regret and I can not take back. If only I knew, I would’ve stopped for a while and think before I did. But now it’s too late…
If only I knew how much I hurt you, I wouldn’t have done what I’ve done. I wouldn’t have said what I’ve said. I thought the cross my own to bear, and I thought I didn’t want to share it with you, not until the right time, not with yourself having a lot of burden, why would I trouble your burdened mind?
From this side of the wall, I could only hear blur words.
From this side of the wall, I could see my tears drop to the ground, but you couldn’t.
From this side of the wall, I couldn’t see not even your shadow, that once protect me from all that hurts.
From this side of the wall, I could only hear your footsteps as you start to walk away, and I desperately try to find a way to climb, or to go around the wall, whatever needed to see you maybe for the last time.
Should I tear down the wall? With what?
What should I do? If I scream and call for your name, would you stop and listen and come back to me?
If I fall down to the ground, would you come back and pull me up, like you always did? Would you offer your arms and hug me close, telling me everything’s gonna be alright?
Please say you will…
I’m broken without you.
