her heart hurt,
her mind hurt.
she was tired.
she hated the void in her heart.
the cavern of who she used to be.
it stretched, as if infinite,
to each side of the earth.
did this make her someone else?
or simply broken?
it was like she was crazy,
her mind screaming
ican'tican'tican't.
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Indefinable
Poetrywho she was, who she is, and who she will become. Copyright ©2018 by anneisawriter All rights reserved
