I ain't a soulless being
I hurt for the things they throw at me
For all the changes
and inexplicable events that tore me apart
I can still feel the wires of disappointments cutting me inside
for holding onto promises
for holding on to words I won't ever hear again
because they vanish as soon as the water runs dry
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Fragile
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
