Like a mirror, there she lies, crumpled and shattered.
She's broken.
She's not who she used to be.
She put her beautiful soul and heart into the wrong hands.
She trusted these hands with her life.
Those hands betrayed her.
Those hands splintered who she was.
She can't go about her day and smile like she always did.
She can only be a shell of her former self; sad and empty.
She feels that she can never love or be loved again.
She doesn't want to be who she is anymore.
She doesn't want to live this dreadful life anymore.
She's a zombie.
Her pillow is filled with tears and confessions unheard of by any ears.
Nothing can fix her back to who the past showed.
She's broken beyond repair.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PoesíaThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
