[ WP ] Under pressure , precious things break .

There are so many things we say or do 
 That bring the world crashing down 
 You who struggled so hard 
 Fought for so long 
 And did n't give into the cracks 
 
 The tears down your cheeks 
 And the tear in your life 
 Everything falling apart 
 But you 
 You were strong enough to hold up the world 
 
 When everything was crushing you underneath its own broken mess 
 You were beautiful 
 Too precious to have been hurt or hated 
 But you were both these things 
 And loved in all the same ways 
 
 You split at your seams 
 The cracks fracturing over your skin 
 And even you 
 Could not hold up the world any longer 
 You were human 
 
 Not meant to be chosen by the Gods to be Atlas 
 Never allowing Earth to be swallowed by the stars 
 You broke 
 From the weight of nothing 
 Of you and everything pushing you down 
 
 You broke 
 
 I'm not sure if I can save you 
 But 
 The weight is on me now 
 Please 
 Take my hand 
 
 And together we'll try 
 
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 /r/TheArchersWriting
