Life has twists and turns that are hard on the spirits
Breaking them down to where even your true thoughts lie.
Listening to slow songs and crying over the lyrics.
Your mind is where the falsehoods and truths begin to tie.
And in your head you think “Maybe I’m just broken.”
You begin to be sick of feeling like broken glass
And seeing things of happiness don’t heal the same anymore
Then you no longer feel the warmth in your laugh.
Such feelings no longer make your beating heart soar.
And then you think “Maybe the world is broken, not me.”
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Poetrythis is just poems about... life i guess its hard but you have to move through it like everyone else.
