A Nobody (poem)
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I have just one fragile little heart, and it has been broken countless number of times. Broken so many times that I feel fragile myself. My whole body has become numb. I can feel the shards and pieces of my broken heart cutting into me like glass. But I couldn't care less. Heartbreak does that to you. I just can't help but be haunted by all those experiences.
In the horror films, the ghosts and spirits are exorcised from a house or a person. But my demons continue to haunt me, forever. They never left.
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I wrote this poem during late nights when I couldn't sleep, from a depressed person's point of view, for whom coping up with daily life is a struggle.
Writing dark poems is my way of coping with life.
Poetry helps to clear my mind.
I know most of you would relate to my composition and my heart reaches out to you guys.
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And I hope you guys like it.
Please give it a read.
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