why do I feel so broken?
I wonder this every night
my heart is in pieces as I lay awake, wondering if anyone else would understand.
would they understand if they told them why
why I'm so broken?
why I'm in pain?
would they even care?
but, I already know those answers.
thats why, I am this way, thats why I wonder these things.
I guess I was just a porcelain doll, delicately placed on a shelf.
and then one day, a bull came along and knocked me down.
they all tried to pick me up, and put me back together,
but I was too broken
so now I lay here on the ground, wondering what it would feel like to not be broken.
YOU ARE READING
a broken soul, in a hungry body
Poetryeverything written is my personal thoughts and feelings from my experiences, it is all my original work. ⚠️tw⚠️ contains sensitive topics; including but not limited to self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, depression, and sleep paralysis
