soul ripped in
two
dying on the
ground
staring at it
crying
how do i
fix it now
i wish there was a
instruction manual
for healing wounds
caused by too many
questioning their intentions
because too many
broke my soul in
two
by the time i could
tie my shoes
i knew people could
hurt me
i've had
my soul
ripped apart
enough times
it's familiar
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rainbow system's poems
Poetryjust a book of our poems. most are sad and deal with deep topics. we've put trigger warnings on specific poems but please beware that there are multiple potentially triggering topics discussed in most of our poems
