I am the product of a broken family.
Words being used as bullets.
I being a harmless citizen
Caught in the fire.
Scared and unaware of the meaning
Of family.
I am dedicated to my music and friends.
Things that bring me joy
In tis world of depression and destruction.
I make music and create beuatiful sounds.
I create laughs and new memories with friends.
And slowly I hope that my joy
Can overpower,
This world's sadness.
I am alive.
This one alas is very true.
I breathe air.
My heart beats.
Blood pumps through my veins.
Every second.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
