I feel torn apart
Broken into a million pieces
I get comfortable
And suddenly, that comfort is snatched away from me
I will be left all alone in the end
I will have no one
Don't you see how broken I am?
Don't you see the pain in my eyes?
The tears, the fake smiles, the slumping of my shoulders?
Don't you understand me?
I plead with my eyes,
In hopes that someone will understand
I try staying strong,
But the demons take over.
They black my soul
They cloud my thoughts
I become depressed all over again
I finally felt at peace,
Happy even!
But of course, that happiness was snatched away
That support, that love, that comfort.
They were all brutally snatched away
I feel a burden on my chest
A lump in my throat
I'm about to break,
But guess what?
I'm already broken.
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Creation of Beauty
PoesíaWaves of sadness. Radiation of happiness. Excitement, love, concern. What better way to portray these feelings than in poems? Who knows? Maybe you'll learn a little something about me through these poems. My name is Katie and this is my story. It wo...