They say I am broken,
That he tore me apart.
That I can piece myself back together,
But how do I know if this broke me,
If I don't know what it feels like to be whole?
How can they say the pain was lit like a flame,
When I have been on fire and slowly burning to ashes my whole life?
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
