I think I've reached my breaking point
and I can say I'm done.
The problems that have been stacked so high
Have finally fell, you won.
See, I've wrapped the problems into blocks so that I could keep them still
Holding on
to them tightly so they dont fall down and spill.
Hoping that one day,
the building would just halt
so that every last block
could be put in a vault.
Away in the vault I would store
my saddest feelings and my shame
So that I nor you would have to worry
about my crying game.
But...The building is done
and has come to an end
the foudation has been destroyed
The happiness we've worked so hard to get has just written void.
I think the problems and feelings have been kept a secret for such long time
That they've reached a stacking point and can no longer rise.
