I want to be okay.
I want to smile.
I want to look in the mirror without wanting to cry because the reflection isn't who I truly am.
I want to live to a time where I don't have to make lists in my head.
Of reasons to live.
Of people I love.
Of things I need to do.
Before I die.
But no.
I stay alive.
Not because I want to,
But because I have to.
Because I pinky swore.
And to break that promise would be to break two souls.
Two souls with one action.
So I will live.
Not for me, but for her.
Because she doesn't deserve to be broken.
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A Smile Full Of Broken Glass
PoetryPoetry from my innermost thoughts and mind. Remember to look for the deeper meaning in everything no matter where, who, what or when it is.
