I am broken beyond repair,
Shattered, sharp pieces,
Unlovable, unfixable.
Don't ever try to pick me up,
Don't try to piece me back together,
I fear that you will hurt yourself on my broken pieces,
As many did before you.
You want to help me,
Then stay away from me,
You want to stop me from breaking more,
Then leave.
If you really care,
Show me,
Don't hurt yourself by trying to fix something so jagged and ugly,
It will shatter me more if you do.
I will cut you if you touch me,
You will bleed,
You won't ever understand why I'd hurt you,
It unintentional, but shards of broken things do that,
Don't they?
They hurt whoever picks them up,
They cut and they destroy,
And they can't ever be fixed.
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PoezjaThe things that I can't tell anyone, because no one would even care how i feel. Well, this is how I can make myself happier, Writing all my feelings out. even if im bad at it, it doesnt hurt to try
