I lay in bed.
Thinking of the
ways to tell you
the ways I'm broken.
"Everything is made to
be broken.
But I don't
want the world to
see me because
I don't think that
they'd understand!"
The lyrics of
Iris runs
through my mind.
A perfect song
for a broken.
Broken is a way
to show how hurt
I am.
But I can't
fix it.
I just can't.
When it's broke,
it's broke.
What can you do
about it?
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PoetryHope By: Kayla Hope is hope no matter what. Sometimes you hope for many things to come you hope for hope someday you hope to come home you hope you can make it But no matter what, hope will come to stay This book is my first book to my life of...
