She's fallen many times but still survives
She tries to hold herself together
Her foundation has pieces missing
And you almost can't see that she's falling apart
From the inside out
She cries herself to unconsciousness
And wipes her own tears
When was the last time anyone held her heart?
It was broken from a young age
And after all these years of dealing
With a wound never properly treated
You would almost think she's okay...
Almost.
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Thoughts in Bold Ink
PoetryDuring these teen years, I am at the door way between childhood and adulthood. As I take these baby steps, I don't ever want to leave behind pieces of me that I'm discovering, nor should I ever leave behind who I must always be. As I close the door...
