Crumbling walls surround me like oxygen surrounding our breath,

piece by piece, tumbling down

the glue that once mended relationships is all dried and crusted, no use now,

the hope for ever rebuilding the walls has vanished,

nothing but a distant memory in a sea of forgotten laughs and happiness,

I sit alone in the center of the room,

whispers fill my ears, flooding in like the ocean's tide,

pointing engulfs me as I get beady stares from those on the outside,

the center is frigid and icy from loneliness while outside everyone is warmed by the comfort of each other,

I want to go there but every time I try to move

a piece of the crumbling walls tumbles down infront of me.