The broken pieces of me lie scattered on the floor,
A shattered mirror of what I was before.
A thousand shards, a thousand lies,
A thousand times I believed the guise.
The memories haunt me like a ghost,
An uninvited guest, a permanent host.
They consume me, they devour my soul,
The pain, and the anguish taking its toll.
I long to escape this endless cycle,
To find a way out, to break the shackles.
But the darkness surrounds me like a cloak,
And the weight of it all feels like a yoke.
I try to put the pieces back together,
To rebuild myself, to become something better.
But the wounds are deep, the scars run deep,
And the fear of falling again makes me weep.
So I stand here, broken and alone,
A heart once full, now turned to stone.
But deep inside, a glimmer of hope,
A flicker of light, a way to cope.
For I know that the broken pieces of me,
Can be mended, can be healed, can be set free.
And in that freedom, I will find my way,
To love again, to live again, to embrace a new day.
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Poetrykekadang terfikir sejenak, sampai bila nak mcm ni. Bukannya tak pernah bagi peluang, cuma disia-siakan. Nak kata hati tak pernah terbuka, selalu je mencuba dan terus mencuba untuk membuka satu cerita. Tapi, semuanya terletak pada hati, bila dah sela...
