She was as fragile as a piece of glass,
Ready to break at any given time,
But she held together through a lot,
She had some cracks,
But eventually she shattered,
Shattered into a million pieces,
Her finger tips bleed,
From trying to pick up the pieces,
Trying to fix herself,
Before anyone else had the chance,
Of hurting themselves because of her,
She couldn't see others feeling like her, and that's the thing about her.
She had a heart of pure gold, but the pieces have been sewn together, by a thin string, waiting to break at anytime.
But she knows just how to sew it back up when it does to keep her calm for a while. It's a tiring process, but she hasn't figured out any other way to cure her broken heart.
She can temporarily fix it, but there is no permanent cure for her anymore.
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Short Poetry
PoetryThese are just short little poems that I just randomly come up with. Some of them may be triggering so read if you want to. Its just a little something for me to do to free my mind. I hope you enjoy =^w^= (BTW I own all rights to these poem, and wou...
