Happy families playing in a park and soon my thoughts turn very dark.
Tears stinging my eyes and my heart is breaking to pieces like shattered glass, spread across a dark room, not able to find all the pieces again.
Seeing mothers play with their Children, jealousy rushed through me and I want to scream as if that will heal my bleeding heart.
Families are like a work of art although some get ruined and torn apart. Families can be fragile, then fragile turns to broken, broken then turns into what seems like nothing, as if your in a room full of family but you just see it as another way of being alone.
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Poetry
PoetrySo in here you will find poetry of this awkward human being. It's mostly about pain and broken families