Sometimes I am half a storm,
Leaving things wreaked and broken,
The guilt swallowing me.
Sometimes I am the victim who lost everything,
To that cyclone,
Left to bathe in my own tears.
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Beautifully Broken
PoetryPoetry which you can relate to. I had been beating myself, Over and over, For everything I did wrong, Until I realised the beauty of a broken soul, The perfect imperfections of my crooked ,bleeding heart.
