My failed-poetic mind written in words and shared to the world about what I truly learned every day (and I'm not talking about math if you know what I mean)
** I only update on week days not on the weekend
What does it mean to be broken?
(I wrote this poem myself)
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Why be sad?
When no one knows how bad
You feel your
Pain makes you sore.
Why be mad?
When no one can tell
How hard you fell
How it hurts MORE than a tad.
Why be happy?
Be like all those sappy
People pretending to be
What they want you to see.
Why be frightened?
Senses heightened
Screaming,
As sick people are beaming.
Why be tired?
When no one knows
How your wired
How you grow.
Why be honest?
When all known is a broken promise
When no one believes you
Even if what you say is true.
Why hurt?
When no one feels your pain
When no one's ever alert
When you never feel sane.
Why pretend?
When you know in the end
No one will be there
Because no one cares.
Why care?
When no one cares enough for you
To know what your going through
They think your heart is unfair.
Why try?
When no one sees that you do
They just pry
Thinking they know more than you.
Why speak?
When no one will ever hear
They'll say you're a freak
They don't see a single tear.
Why do anything at all?
It's not like anyone will see
If you fall
If you scream.
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"Just admit it Winter. After the whole accident....your broken."
"No...No that's where your wrong. I'm not broken. Because to be broken, you had to have been whole in the first place."
