Scratch and restart,
Until we get to the good part.
When will I be okay,
When will I smile for real
And feel that feel?
Life is not exciting
I find myself wishing I disappeared
Taking every memory of me
Wisking away an existence
Scratch and restart
When will I get to the good part?
YOU ARE READING
Just A Broken Thing
PoetryThese are the thoughts and feelings that go through the mind of a young, broken girl. She doesn't make sense and doesn't expect you to make any out of it.
