I sit here waiting.
Waiting on things...
to change?
Will it ever happen?
I wish "worry" was fake.
You fill my head with
pretty lies.
So beautiful, so bright.
You make me feel
wanted.
Wanted for the first
time.
You take my side for
once.
Once...
Never again.
You break my heart
and expect me to pick up
the pieces.
I'm tired.
I'm done.
Screw you and your
replacement family.
Fuck it all.
I'm tired of being a vision
of grace.
When no one treats me
like a princess.
Break me once.
Break me twice.
Now you've broke me
the last time.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces
PoesíaThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
