Can you truly be broken if you can still smile and say that you're OK? The truth is that I'm not broken right now. I'm like humpty dumpty when they put him back together and put all the pieces in the wrong places. I look at people in the eyes and tell them I'm not broken. I can tell them I'm fine because the scares have faded, and you can no longer see the pain on my skin. The truth is that I can still feel the it almost every day. My pain is like the house you don't want to knock on, like asking the waiter for more ketchup. You don't want to deal with it. Brokenness isn't always pretty. Like a beautiful painting with a red mark through it. A broken canvas taped together. Being broken then put back together the wrong way is ruff. It makes you feel less important and people don't care to learn about you. Being broken is hard but being perfect is worse
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PoetryTW: theres some sad shit. if your sensitive to self harm, suicide, and eds please dont read. this is a poetry book. please be patient with me, i dont use the best grammar.
