In the shadows of a broken home,
Where echoes of laughter long have flown,
A family torn, beyond repair,
Hearts heavy with burdens hard to bear.
Silent tears in the dead of night,
Whispers of hope lost in the fight,
Promises shattered, dreams now faded,
In a world where love feels jaded.
No glue can mend these shattered pieces,
No balm to heal the pain that increases,
Each soul drifting in their own sorrow,
A bleak and uncertain tomorrow.
The cracks too deep, the wounds too raw,
A broken family, an open sore,
Lost in a maze of hurt and despair,
Longing for a love beyond repair.
So we carry on, each on our own,
In a house that no longer feels like home,
A poignant tale of what could have been,
In this broken family, we remain unseen.
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Poetry Of A Borderline
PoesíaThis is a book filled with poetry about the everyday life of someone living with borderline personality disorder
