PETALS & PAGES: A Spoken Word Poetry Collection

trashed soul

Why don't you let people in?
They asked, as if it takes two seconds
To pick myself up, build me back up
And once I'm ready, the one who I let in...

Starts destroying every bits and piece
Of every part of me until I am back to
The old tiny bits and pieces
These broken fragments are back lying...

On the ground, is where I found myself stuck
Stuck in the idea of my own truth
That's probably why this time, I'd rather
Let these fragments melt is this puddle of tears

I don't know why I'm even explaining myself
When no one will really understand why
I shut down and hide under my covers
In the dark, where I am not seen...