"There's pain in what you write."

I think someone finally saw through this fucking wall. I'm tired of buliding walls of emotions to block people out just because I'm afraid of getting hurt or hurting someone. I let myself get too close to a person and end up getting them ripped out of my life, so I build walls. It's a defense mechanism that just comes natural. But someone finally saw through it and got why I do it. I know your arms are open and I know you're willing to take me into them but don't expect me to run to you. I'm just not that kind of person. I'm the kind of person that wants you to snatch me up and hold me when I'm upset, even if I try to fight you off. I don't run to help, I let help run to me. Who I am is who I'll be.