Fall.
Off the skyscraper
You built for me
Breathe.
The polluted air
You gave me
Clean.
The big mess
You left for me
Swallow.
The curse words
You said to me
Find.
The missing pieces
You hid from me
Sleep.
In the nightmare
You generated for me
Cry.
The bloody tears
You craved from me
Die.
In this melancholy
You created for me
Lie.
In the coffin
You made for me
YOU ARE READING
Broken Girl - Poetry
PoetryPoetry of a girl, The Girl Who Lived and how she became a Broken Girl. These are thoughts I have about being weird, stress, sadness, anger and a lot of other emotions I feel. I had to chose between my heart or my brain and since I'm indecisive, I di...
