(April 30th,2022)
A heart isn't supposed to break this many times
I shouldn't be able to rip it out of my chest and hand it to someone so easily
But I still do
Even if it was my very last piece
I'm tired of giving away all the broken parts of me just to be left with an empty hole inside of me
They all keep asking for more and more
I have nothing, I've given it all away
All that's left now is the pieces no one wants
My skin, the mounds of skin that grow longer each year
My hurt and my pain, who seem to block out all the good
I wait here to be loved, just for them to say I have nothing left to give
And they just turn and walk away
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Your Struggles is What Creates Your Depth
PuisiA collection of poetry,and random thoughts written when I was struggling to find my way.
