I feel like a fragile shell,
That everyone breaks.
Everyone can tell,
It's something I can't take.
I hate that I screw up..
This is something I can't fake.
And like a glass cup,
I will soon break.
Why am I condemned to this?
Am I to be a mess?
I really just need a kiss,
But I am just someone's stress.
I feel myself slipping farther down,
Into a dark abyss.
I feel like I'm going to drown,
And I won't be missed.
Soon these dark hands will take me,
And I'll be torn.
I will never be free,
And no one will mourn.
Perhaps this is who I am..
Something too dark to change.
I am just a broken man,
Or perhaps I am just deranged...
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Thoughts of a Broken Man
PoetryThese are the writings of my thoughts. Read for your pleasure or to peak into my mind, your choice. Everything here I have written myself and I own alone. If you wish to copy or use any of these writings, please do ask first. Leave some feedback, I'...
