fighting to pick up the pieces,
of my world.

barely breathing
never asleep
struggling to keep moving.
my worlds destroyed

but the world
didn t stop for me

i have no time
to grieve
no time to sleep
no time to cry

this world didn t stop for me.

my ground that i stood on
floats around me in bits and pieces
that i try to stand on.
but continue to fall off of.

but the world doesn t stop for anyone.

i still have home to deal with
still have the teachers waiting for me to fail
the friends who cannot see my pain.
the family i avoid
because the world doesn t stop for me.

it keeps its familiar beat.
rushing from door to door.
the world keeps turning.
never stopping for anyone.