I'm damaged. Please send me back because nobody is going to want my broken parts. My brain doesn't work like it should, and my body is average. I need to be returned because all I'll ever do is waste time. Time that no one can afford, or effort that no one will take to fix me themselves. All I really need is some tlc, and maybe I'll almost return back to my normal self. I'll never fully be normal, but if someone were to put the time into me then I could feel normal. I could feel wanted, rather than just a toy. At the end of the day, I'll know that my broken shards of porcelain will impale someone, and I don't know if they're ready for that yet. So, for now, I'll be packaged in the back of their closet until they're ready for me.
YOU ARE READING
To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
