Life took him
Twisted him
Broke him
And left him on the ground.
Life kicked him
Beat him
Destroyed him
And walked away with fragment of him.
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He wanted to be whole again
Free again
Happy again.
Without this empty ache.
He looked for ages
To find something
To fill him
To let him smile again.
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He found you
Taunted you
Broke you
Shattered you into pieces.
He took
The shards
Of your soul
And filled up his empty hole inside.
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But the pieces won't fit.
They're not his.
Never will be.
They can't replace what he lost.
Oh, he could find anyone.
Break them.
Use their shards to fix himself.
But it will never work.
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You can't fix yourself
By breaking someone else.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
