My body, has its own scars,
My veins, carry a curse,
My mind, remembers every weakness,
My eyes, have a limit of sight,
My heart, have its fears and broken pieces...
There is no room to love,
There is no room to trust,
No room to believe nor to hope for a change,
No room to wish to be in a different place or situation.
There is no way to fix a broken person,
No cure to mend a broken mind,
No one to pick up the pieces of a broken heart...
No one can be trusted, no one can be a friend...
My arms, a reminder of my past,
My ears, have heard offensive sayings,
My face, a piece of the person who made me,
My life, a big 'F'- you from the Big Man...
I am broken, can't be fixed...
I am a mistake...
I cannot be loved...
I wasn't chosen to be godly...
I wasn't chosen to be an angel...
So what is my purpose?
There will be no room for me to love...
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Reese's Pieces
PoetryMy broken pieces all described in poems... Author's Note: Please do not copy my poems or the name of this book or consequences are given...