Broken, I am
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A spineless being
Scattered into pieces
Without its supporting stem
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Empty, I'm becoming
As a deep dark void inside
Cannot be filled
Because it's taken over my mind
Its claws latching onto me
With all hope becoming futile
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I thought you were the one
Whose side where I belonged
But instead,
I find that I am indeed disposable
Is it possible...
That I was never special
In the beginning like I thought?
I yearned to speak these words
But the tightness in my chest
Won't let me
It's pulling me deeper into the darkness
Of insecurities that wish to silence me
With this emptiness
That frightens me
Who will rescue me?
Because you're not here...
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My cries fall into deaf ears
My pain, unseen
My smile, a cloak of deceit
To hide what must remain hidden
Because... broken I feel
And empty I'm becoming
For this strange feeling
Is foreign to me
....
Why is this happening?!
Why can't I feel?
Why can't I speak?!
Why do I tear...?!
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Broken...
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Empty...
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It's happening...
....
What I feared
....
Is in fact likely
....
To become a reality
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Broken...
....
Empty...
....
Scattered...
....
Incomplete...
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Deserted...
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Broken...
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Bro...ken...
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The Pains Of Being Me
PoetryI am bent, but not broken. Scarred, but not disfigured. Sad, but not hopeless. Tired, but not lifeless. Alone, but not powerless. Angry, but not bitter. Distant, but not emotionless. Lonely, but not loveless. Depressed... but not weak. In the end, I...
