Old Cold Hard Poem by aron seyar

nothing says anything anymore
it doesn't hold a special meaning
or portray a story of a lifetime
it's old and it's cold and it's hard
nothing has a way of getting to my core
like a speeding car
crashing into my heart
so fast i never knew it was coming
i am a building, a strong one
but we all have our weak moments
and i broke
fell to the ground
i'll be fixed
one day come soon
there are so many people that care for me
that will help pitch in
and build me back up
bigger
better
stronger