Breakdown

A poem, whose name I got from a song, I guess..but this poem, I think, is nothing close..

I'm Breaking,

I can fellt it,

My life slowly slips through my fingers,

and guess what? I bet you don't care one bit.

 

Everything I've believed,

Faught for all my life,

is slowly falling out of my control,

as if my memories were cut to pieces by a knife.

 

I cannot cry, for all tears are dried.

So I can only watch myself break,

Fall apart, to be Scattered around,

Hey Everyone, I'm free, yours to take.

 

I've felt strong,

I've felt weak.

I've been loud,

but sometimes refuse to speak.

 

So now I'm nothing,

Not the Air...Not the Stars...Not the Sky,

I'm nothing but the ground you walk on,

For long ago did I die..

 

Author's Note

Hm...