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'tI 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.