or is it?

When you run and run, but the truth come running back for you. Come searching for you. And there is  no one you can blame for anything that happened except yourself. No one to answer to but yourself. Could you accept it? Or claim it is not yours? Can you undo them? You try to find someone to carry the blame too but no one wants to...

And now you are stuck with telling the truth, you try so hard to keep them shut but you feel like exploding with feelings, with fear. As much as you want to explode, you want to break, you want to keep shut too. You are torn in between the two. You wish everything were much easier then it is.

When you try to shout, shout every ounce of your feelings out, no one seems to hear, no one seems to care, because no one could understand what you were trying to say. So you go back down and crumble. Wishing upon wishing that the blood would just crawl their way back and build the walls again...