why is it never me?
why am i stuck, watching all of them be happy?
why do i feel worthless, useless?
maybe im broken, maybe they can see im tainted
maybe im just a used good, discarded
after all, who would want a broken soul?
who would one someone who's has been disposed of their dignity? of their ability to feel?
who would want someone who hides?
i still hope though, like a stupid fool
i hope, i pray, i beg for someone to come
to make me feel seen again, wanted
to make me feel cherished
i hope in vain, since they all go for someone else
after all, what am i if not shattered?
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PoetryI locked myself on a prison inside my mind and I dont even know how to escape #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱...
