you pushed me so far
far enough to break me
to snap me completely
i'm doing better now
i'm healing
but i'm still broken
and i know
what you did wasn't that bad
not compared to the stories i hear
but you hit my weak point
you didn't say it outright,
but i knew
i knew you meant
i wasn't good enough
and i truly believed you
you weren't the only one
but i let you do that for so long
and by the time i snapped
it was too late
i am broken
and even though i am healing,
i will never be the same
i can tape myself back together
but even duct tape
can't fix everything
so i will be slightly broken
for the rest of my life
—thanks for that
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
