I'm a pen-
Filled with ink of misery.
I was used,
And discarded later.
After everything that I've done.
You abandoned me and ran.
Am I that worthless?
For you to leave me breathless?
You drowned me with your majestic words,
You torn me using your blessed sword.
You left me breaking,
Bleeding and dying.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
