I am ripped and torn
From head to toe
This battered heart
Is all I seem to know
I have been cut down
Seemingly unable to ever grow
This worn and old heart
has an infection
It has has bled and been torn apart
Now I doubt it can ever show affection
Do I blame it on you?
No
I blame it on me
Blame it for all the times
I never could see
How your actions and words
Laid waste to everything I could be
I can patch myself up
Again and again
But look close enough
And they will see
I have mixed up the pieces
So I am not me
I am simply a doll
Torn, ragged, and worn
from your vile words
And devilish scorn
I am ripped, ragged and torn
From head to toe
This battered heart
Is all I will ever know
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Heyy
Little authors note here
If you or anyone you know has/is being abused in any kind of way
please !! Seek !! Help !!
Kinda bipolar night, was feeling happy but now I'm feeling tired and moody
Anyways
To (if) anyone reading I hope you have a lovely day
Xoxo
YOU ARE READING
Honey
PoetryHaha guess what this was gonna be a serious thing but like most things in my life- Self sabotage took over Aka this is a big ol' 'book' of shitposts and small moments of mini mental breakdowns Enter at yer own risks kiddos
