Flawed and Fragmented.
A dead father.
An overworking mother.
A sister I don't know,
But one I choose to let go.
A battle that can't be won.
Different from everyone else.
Scrambling to be who they are.
Not knowing who I am.
Trapped in a prison made by my own hands.
Break me.
I'll still stand.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
