She felt the weight of her breaking heart,
Beneath her feet,
She hoped it wouldn't hurt,
As much atleast,
But her emotions bottled up,
And she just couldn't keep up,
It got darker,
The line between peace and chaos grew thinner,
As the events of that day,
Were on replay,
How he lifted his filthy hand,
As the feeling of disgust suffocated her,
How numb she felt,
And how colour drained itself from her face,
How she battled with herself,
On how to tell him off,
She fell in an endless abyss,
Her heart in tiny bits,
She felt like couldn't recollect the pieces,
But she gave herself another chance,
To fight back,
But all strength was drained,
From a petite self,
Damaged,
She still chose to cover all her fears,
And all her tears,
With her crooked smile,
She hoped none will notice even from a mile
She chose silence as her portion,
And vengeance as her passion,
But where did her power lie,
She couldn't even point a finger,
But the thoughts could still linger,
She chose the chill pill,
Instead of going ahead to kill,
Her bleeding heart,
Weighed her down,
But she still hoped for a new dawn
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Broken ones
PoetryWe all have something we don't talk about😔💔 Let's talk about the emptiness, brokenness, the toxic people and relationships, the assaults. The pleading eyes we have hoping that someone will see beyond all that act we show The pain of losing peop...
