'There she is, the light in darkness' he said,
'You really think I'm the light in darkness?' she chuckles,
'Then what are you, m'lady?' he asked,
'What am I?' she drew a frustrated breath,
'I am hurt...'
'I am hurt,
I am depressed,
I am broken,
I am shattered
and there you all are,
again,
arguing.
You really think this is a game, don't you?
I am fine,
I am happy,
I am alive...'
She said with a smile,
soon replaced with a frown.
'Unless you see right through my smile and eyes,
that I am hurt'.
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Beautiful Scars
PoetryA series of broken people. ... A collection of words that threatened to be written. ... #1 in originalpoetry [25.01.2020] Readers discretion is advised All rights reserved©️2020