05-11-16
I am broken - a girl who cannot be fixed. Just like a mirror. Grab a piece and get cut. You won't fix it, you would just throw it. It's just not worth it. Worthless. Like me.
I have been broken for so long that there's no hope. I can't see a different light - just the dark one. The light has changed since age 3. It was light - so pure. Now it's so dark. See the progression of the light on a canvas, you'll see it's like an ombré, it gets darker.
I just don't see it getting any better.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Late Night Thoughts
PoesíaThese are some late night thoughts in the form of poetry or just written out plainly as if I were talking to you directly. You can probably relate, I hope this inspires you to write your own original literature and to keep a digital journal like thi...
