My heart longs to be okay,
But the iron around it simply isn't the same.
My cage is malleable,
Easily corrupted and broken into.
I am barely alive,
Dragging my brittle bones around each and every day.
Praying for a purpose.
Wishing for a happy ending.
My hope is gradually fading away,
Constantly waiting for a change.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
