Sometimes I feel ill never really love anyone else.
I gave one person my everything.
I wholly have him myself, in every way, the most delicate part of myself.
My heart was in his hands, but it's in pieces now.
I thought I'd be fine by now though.
I've had other relationships; but the hurt he caused won't leave.
I have him every part of me and he took those pieces and shattered them.
Convinced me to love him, then took the opportunity to break me.
-How The Porcelain Doll Broke
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Writing Until My Soul Recovers
PoetryI'm seventeen with more trauma than most my age. I haven't cut in five months but I'm struggling. My mental health is struggling and it's hard because I'm in recovery from something. But not my big problem. I'm still struggling with that and I was t...
