Torn to pieces, over and over again
Eyes turning dull and lifeless
Just a shell of a girl
The pieces of me, put back together once more
Trying to turn back to the original me
But never the way I was
A little bit of light slips out, everytime I am torn
Soon, I will be nothing but what I was destined to be...
A patchwork girl
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a book filled with poems that I have written myself. Most of them are depressing, so you have been warned.
