Me
Do you ever feel,
like your falling apart,
and you're changing so quickly,
it feels like a knife in your heart.
And then it collapses,
your perfect world just gives up,
and you don't know what to do,
when everything begins to blowup.
When your bridges burn,
and buildings crumble,
When your seas disappear,
and your mountains tumble.
When you die inside,
and the gunshots go off,
When all hell breaks loose,
and your at a standoff.
When the rebels are fighting,
and the armies are too,
and eventually,
all that's left is you.
And you stand in the rubble,
of what used to be,
and a tear rolls downs your cheek as you whisper,
"this used to be me."
