I feel my lips moving,
I hear myself asking to die,
I can feel the ground move as i shake back and forth,
I taste the salt in my silent tears,
eyes unblinking,
lips quivering,
I am finally breaking.
I've thought for so long I would never crumble,
that id maintain my tough exterior,
even the lion gets hurt sometimes,
It feels like everyday someone takes a stab at me,
someone takes aim at my armor.
The time has come,
all the walls i have built around me have finally fallen,
I am exposed,
I am a snail without a shell.
you know those wind up dolls?
Ive lost my wind up key,
clown without a red nose,
ballerina without her shoes.
