I am on the floor,
Tears running down my face,
Like rivers going down a waterfall,
Into an empty, black space.
I'm shattered glass,
From a smashed mirror,
Laying on the cold, hard road,
In small or large pieces,
Ready to leave a mark if picked up.
The thoughts in my mind,
Match with my broken soul,
My slowly beating heart,
Feeling like I can never escape,
The labyrinth in myself.
I am fully broken,
Unable to be fixed,
Like a car being totaled,
And sent to a junk yard abyss.
People try to fix me,
And put me back together,
Put the glue is too weak,
Or the nails are too dull.
I am broken,
Unable to be fixed,
Not knowing why people try,
To fix me when they can't
I don't want to be this way,
But here I am,
On the ground,
Fully broken,
Unable to take anything more.
I am fully broken,
Unable to be fixed,
Just let me lay here,
And sooner or later,
I will be adrift.
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Poems
PuisiThis is going to be a place where I write out all of my hidden feelings into poems. When I write them, they help me express how I feel inside, and help me along. If you relate, I'm here for you.
