Can a broken heart ever be mended?
Can it still function even though it's bended?
Will we still be whole when all our pieces are shattered?
Or were we all born, beaten broken and battered?
Can we still live even though we're dead inside?
What would become of us if the living and the dead collide?
We live in the shadow yet we're afraid of the dark
We hide away from the light yet we how for a spark.
Do we even know what it feels like to actually live?
Can we open our hearts, stop being selfish and just give?
Are we even real anymore when all we know is fake?
Are we willing to accept our faults and learn from our mistakes?
Is there a reason we lie to ourselves even when we know the truth?
Why do we pass on our recurring cycle of untruth to our youths?
Our eyes might be open but we're still very much blind
Is it not our stubbornness to change that will be the end of mankind?
Is this the world we really want to leave behind?
A world that is selfish, unforgiven and very unkind
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Book of words.
PoetryWriting down what I feel at the moment I feel it has always work for me. I will no longer have that weight or burden to carry around anymore, It frees me. I just want to share them with you guys. I hope you like them, so enjoy reading them just as...
