White Noise

Have you heard the noise your nails make, when you scratch it on a wall?
Ever heard your nails screech?
Have you tried scratching your nails on a wall?

She did, on and off.
It was her way of making herself believe
That she was breaking down the walls.

Walls that she let to shut her in
Within which she thought she helpless
She thought she had no one to talk to

Does talking to someone ever really help?
She couldn't find the answers
She still searches for them

But she had to do something about it
About these walls
So she chose to scratch them with her nails.

Because, breaking them wouldn't give her a closure
She had to give all her thoughts and pain
An outlet

Breaking down would end it all too easily
And she wanted to yell her lungs out
Before she found closure
 
But she lived with a bunch of people
Who would be terrified
If they ever saw her cry or yell in agony
 
But she had to something about it
About these walls
So she chose to scratch them with her nails

She cried and cried, and cried more
Until it all made sense to her
Until she felt lighter
 
Her thoughts had begun to fade away
She vanquished them at last
So she prepared to break down the walls

One last bit of mourning
One last bit of venting
One last bit of hearing the walls screech

She geared up to break down the walls
Which she did
One wall at a time