i sometimes wonder if i'm
too broken to be fixed
too broken to be loved
too broken to be whole
i wonder if i'm
too broken to be human
too broken to be okay
too broken to be cherished
i wonder if i'm
too broken to ever be happy
too broken to ever be hopeful
too broken to ever be carefree
and most of all,
i wonder if i'm
too broken to be
who i used to be.
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Fragments of A Soul
Poetry'I'm no longer a whole; just fragments of a soul. My life is no longer red or yellow or blue; all that's left is a greyish hue. But, my soul will be whole once again and my life will be filled with sunshine and rain. Till then, words will be my esc...
