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Crack, Crack, Crumble.

I will right this wrong.
This injustice needs to die now. Before it worsens--
Before it's too late.
I must be strong for those who

can't.
I must stand,
Or others I love
--They--will take the fall.
Standing straight, head up,
Looking forward, I march on.
Breathe in, out.
In. Out.
Taking a deep breath;


walking another step.

My mind mumbles I am right.
--It tells me I am strong.

Keeps me moving,

...I am confident.
I am confident

--The thought, quiet
Echos over and again.

..I continue....

When I come to the problem,




--I snap.
"I must stand strong" says my head.

The words waver.


Finally falter


in a moment time...
My lip quivers, vibrates a
constant up and down.





--I can't help it.
I can't stop.
Tears run down,
gather in the corners of my eyes.
I quiver,
I cry,

I crumble,


Shattered to pieces.
I break.
The pain leaks through the cracks in my broken heart.
My mind whispers to me what it has whispered all this time,



Only now do I hear.
"You must be strong--
You are broken,
Others are breaking,
Being shattered.
They need help.
You help them....



"You needed help,



No one did.



No one.
--You know how it feels. "
C r a ck

C r a ck



C r a ck





C r a ck
C r a ck

--Beginning to crumble away





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