Nobody Taught Us to Quit;

Walls were meant to be broken, not shattered
Tears were meant to fall, not shedded

Paper was meant for writing, not tearing
A heart was meant for living, not dying



A moment of weakness,
as hope tangos with the wind;
Listen to the throbbing sounds of emptiness,
to heal what's left within

I myself do not know
the answer to unleash this shield
That protects the soul and so
as the heart fights for battled breaths



i thought i was okay. i really thought i was okay