Break Down © alexandra palombit
Fists thrown at the mirror showing the thing he has become
he screams “why wont you break me”
shattered glass and dreams hit the floor
vision clouded, he proclaims
there’s no hope inside tomorrow,
cause there’s nothing in today.
and he imagines he is five feet deep beneath the earth,
shovel in hand, blood rush drips down his arm,
stuck inside the past of all the things he hoped he’d be
and of everything he is.
and the only thing he feels is the speed of it approaching.
crying, five feet deep, “someone save myself from me.”
