are you walking on broken eggshells,
letting them shatter further beneath your feet?
do the days seem numbered to you, too?
when did you stop caring about everyone around you?
when did you stop wondering if you could ever fit in?
perhaps the days don’t take that long anymore to turn into night.
i used to think what i said mattered.
i used to think i mattered.
there is a cloudless sky outside,
but i choose to keep my window closed.
i know the air is still because nothing is moving inside.
do you know who lived within those walls?
the armour is now gone, crushed beneath your feet.
the mask has fallen, never to be lifted again once more.
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