I’m weak.
With one little blow I’m gone.
With one wrong step or move I’m gone.
If you pick at me, I’m gone.
If you cut me down, I’m gone.
Don’t break me.
I’m weak.
- Author: Nicki Jackson ( Offline)
- Published: May 1st, 2017 08:36
- Category: Sad
- Views: 18
Comments3
I'm feeling weak at the moment, too. I'm here if you need to talk.
same
Well written and expressed
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