In that very hour <br />my world ended <br /> <br />The walls came crashing down <br />all the memories singed <br />around the edges <br /> <br />All the tears <br />poured to the ground <br />in a silent <br />vigil <br />for something <br />that had never existed <br /> <br />The reverie of <br />what I called my life <br /> <br />Dull little daggers <br />creating hairline cracks <br />in my very core <br /> <br />Weakening my soul <br />irrevocably <br /> <br />The weight <br />and pressure <br />are not even <br />something I desire <br />once more <br /> <br />I cannot say <br />what it is <br />i'm looking for <br /> <br />I am hurt <br />in need <br />you broke me <br /> <br />I cannot speak <br /> <br />I'm still broken<br /><br />Alicya Trevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-to-be-fixed/
