the breaking

I'm the strong one
I'm not allowed to break
I'm the protector of others
I'm not in need of protection

I failed my purpose
I broke into pieces
I didn't protect her from me

Now I'm the one who needs help
But I'm too weak to go find it
So tonight I'll just lay here
And we'll see if I wake in the morning

This poem is about: 
Me

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