She walked to the mirror and looked herself head to toe and whispered: "what a mess I've become."
Because honest to God she'd never been worse. It was kinda funny actually, nobody had a clue about how destroyed she was.
She kept going on with life, kept smiling, kept laughing, but inside she was a hurricane of broken thoughts.
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
