How do you fix something that's broken?
How do you love something that's cracked?
How do you live when you're broken,
How do you never look back?
Why do I question everything?
Why do I torment myself with hurtful thoughts?
Why do I choose to remember?
Why do I reinforce my fears with these mental assaults?
When did this start?
When did this self-hatred become a part of my heart?
When did my flaws stop being mere inconveniences?
When did I start to fall apart?
Where were you, when this happened?
Where were you, when I needed you most?
Where were you, when I needed a friend?
Where were you, when I was first diagnosed?
What am I supposed to do, when I've been put in this perilous situation?
What am I supposed to do, when I've got no way to stay?
What am I supposed to do, defy every expectation?
What am I supposed to do, when the doctors say "You only have about ten days"?
How do I go on?
How do I keep living, keep singing along?
How do I live to see another day dawn?
How do I continue to fight? Even my body has given up on me, tonight.
Why did this happen to me?
Why did I get this strange disease?
Why can't it be treated?
Why do I have to die?
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Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
