She's a fixer...
She fixes things
She can fix everything
No exception
Or she thought there was no exception.
One day he broke her
He tore her into pieces
And she couldn't fix it.
She couldn't fix her
She was the exception.
Who fixes the fixer?
Who takes care of the person who takes care of everyone else?
No one
Because they can't see.
They don't see.
And she can't fix herself.
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
