I'm someone who's heart has been shattered so many times
Each and every time I try to pick up the pieces and glue them back together again
But as time passes I feel as if the glue to the pieces of my broken heart will slowly come undone
Then what am I left to do?
I stare at the pieces of my broken heart like their a piece of a puzzle I'm trying to solve
But as I go deeper into my wounds my heart begins to ache even more
Though I know I must be able to be one with my broken heart
To be one with the pain
After all to be able to feel the pain is the start of healing a broken heart
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The Flowers That Grow Inside Us And The Butterflies That Bloom Within Ourselves
PoetryThis is my journey through my life in words that started forming when I was young. This is my life experiences explained in art form. This is my story about love, life, trauma, heartbreak, mental Illness, self esteem, and self discovery. Thank you t...
