What happens when you fall apart?
Do you pick yourself up and move on ?
No. You lay In the rubble of your broken pieces and sob.
You watch as everyone else walks past you, their hearts whole.
You watch as they fall in love and stay there.
Some people stop to see if they can fix you.
The notice that there are far ti many pieces for them to hold in their hands.
They can't deal, so they leave.
No one wants to fix something good broken if you can buy a new one.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoesieØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
