I was born to crumble.
my mind is fragile.
my happiness is weak.
I am born to fix.
my helping hands lend enchant for as long as it will take.
myself learns that not everyone can be mended.
I am going to die.
my body to rot.
my soul to fleet.
I am, you are.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From My Past
Poetrywrote this in 2017. I was going through a lot at 17. While my writing has changed immensely,to the point I cringe at this, it is the kind of cringe where you're smiling. if you happen to read this, 17 year old me says thank you.
