Promises were made....
Oat were taken....
Now I'm left in the dark to find myself...
To search for my lost soul...
To redeem my lost parts..
To fight my own demon...
Which you promised me that you would stand by me Everytime..
Now you're back....
Searching to find the old me...
But I deleted them...
The day you told me you're better off alone without me...
The day the you Judge me by my past...
The day you left me hanging like nothing was wrong...
But now I've changed...
The old me has left me...
Now my fragile heart is locked and cold hearted from the ones who pretend to love me...
Now I'm all alone...
Drown in my depression...
looking at my fragile heart....
like a mother hen looking at her dead chick...
Chained down with sadness...
Every single second my fragile heart cries out to my soul for help...
But all my that my soul to could say was...
Just stop crying and you will find peace...
My fragile heart couldn't help but stop crying...
Then death took place and soul went searching...
Only to find out nobody cares if I was dead...
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Fragile
PoesíaI suppose I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.
