I am in pieces,
fragments of what is left of me makes it easier for everyone to sabotage me
Step on me
Makes me vanish into nothing
Like I never even existed
My feelings turn into dust
To them, I don't belong here
In the amidst of light
I'm hurt in all the darkness
And the harsh words with no solidarity,
will always put an end to the good in me
How is it possible for you to make it all look so easy?
To fight without fear, and move on without healing
I guess I am starting to think that nothing is how it looks from the outside
The present shows me the aftermath of the past
So, if the little fragments of the past still linger here,
it's because there is still some damage that needs to be healed.
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Fragile
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
