Having a broken soul hurts.
Imagine your heart being ripped out.
All the shadows seem to lurk.
Everyone I know pushes me out.
Imagine wanting to rip your heart apart.
That is what it is like to have a broken soul.
I'm broken up into a thousand parts.
Shards scattered in a deep hole.
It is wanting death.
But fearing to kill yourself.
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Head in the Clouds {Poetry}
Poetrythis book holds everything in my mind, expressed through rhyming and art. this book holds everything I cannot say to my friends, family, and honestly anyone. #FreeMentalIllness #FreeYourBody #ProjectWomanUp #ProtectFemCharacters #StopSlutShaming #...
