Beautifully Broken>> POETRY

frEE StyLE

Her story was simple..
You take a happy family,
Add her.
Take away the happy.

Yeah.
It's always been like this.
Hate.
Anger.
Regret.

She was just another captive of the word.. Hate.

She was just a follower of the word.. Anger.

She was just an addition the word... Regret!

She wanted different.!

She wanted Change..!

She wanted..to be known...

All along, she was captivated by sufferage.
All along, she was known as the mute who hid behind her words.

All along...She was a child of a family who never cared.

Or never knew..

That. She. Was..

Hurt.

Broken.

Depressed.

    Suicidal.

She wanted NO part in the abuse of those around her.

Her words are like broken glass.

They're are able to be made New again.

But why fix broken glass,

When you can buy a new one?

She died.

Dead rose peddals symbolizing the the crumbled love she had.

Sweat symbolizing her hard work.

Her scars symbolizing...her pain.

But, no one cared that...

She was a worthy child of God.

Just came up with this in the top of my head. I just wrote as I went.
Hope you like it!
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Madds
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