Why is breathing so hard?
Like a toy made of glass,
Is my heart so fragile.
Like a statue made of wet clay,
My emotions so soft.
Like an image made of paint,
My value gets thrusted in cold water.
Like a mirror made of broken glass shards, my life gets broken.
Am I a broken doll with no life or are people cruel, they love to
Break me.
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This I wrote when I was very-very low and everyone just snapped at me so hard. But neither was I able digest it nor was I able to cry or let it out. No one to talk and just a lonely mess. I usually say you can overcome it but this time it felt like all was truly lost even for me and I didn't know what to and I still don't.
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Poetry⚠️ This is not a book. Hello everyone!! Hope you are all good. This is my personal haven where I give updates about my life, my works on Wattpad and Inkitt and what I am upto. But I assure you that you can relate to whatever I write here and would...
