My Poetry

The Hurt, The Broken, and The Torn

I was torn, hurt, broken apart without hope.

The pain, the suffering, the hurt,

Maybe it was only me or the world,

I felt it all. I should have known, 

But I did not.

Why? Why now? Why the world?

My heart was torn, ripped apart, kept but broken.

Can it be repaired, mended, or healed?

I wish it could only if dreams cam true.

I found what I wanted only to find it torn.

I was taken for granted, without feelings.

Was I there? Did I cease to exist?

Did they care? I may not know but I should.

I was hurt, I felt the pain even though i should not have though.

I am confused, unsure, second guessing.

When I learned everyone felt this,

I guess I felt better, being slowly mended,

Put back together, almost whole.

When I found what I needed I was very happy.

I found you and everything was mended.

I was put back together, made whole again.

Thanks to you my one true happiness forever.

-Nausikaa Arai