It was sad when the

Butterflies turned to dust that

Changed the world to grey

It was depressing

When the rivers stopped flowing

And the flowers died

It was horrible

When I realized that I couldn't

Breathe any longer

But it was the end

When I found I had caused my

Own apocalypse

So I took my life

With the ease of a sharp knife

And relished the pain

You kept telling yourself you're a fighter

a warrior

a soldier

gladiator

But all you have is glass as an armor

Easily broken

Cracked

Fractured

You say you don't really care

Passive

Apathetic

Emotionless

But just one word you stumble

Totter

Crumble

and Fall

You kept on ironing out

things for them

But you always just

end up

With black

burnt holes