Broken

Broken

  • WpView
    Reads 18,211
  • WpVote
    Votes 1,338
  • WpPart
    Parts 74
WpMetadataReadOngoing44m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 11, 2015
I write poems to get out my feelings. That's my way of expressing myself. Some of my poems are dark some are happy, they depend on my mood c: & as they say; Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. -Leonard Cohen ------------------------------------------ Read & give it a try! & Vote please don't be silent readers! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - HopeeeJ
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Something Mending -- VOL 1
  • A Glimpse into My Heart and Mind as a Whole *Poem Book*
  • Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
  • The Light in the Dark (Completed)
  • Our Summer : My Truth
  • Release
  • Hidden Poetry
  • Journey to the Depth of my Soul ✓
  • Blue Hearts 2k16 (My Collection of Poems And Short Stories)
  • Coherence ✔️

Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines