With their evil eyes they envied
Every word was another needle
I wasn't respected enough to make it to their list
I was holding onto thin strings
My heart was fragile with little cracks hoping to heal
But, every word that was thrown at me, made room for the cracks to live in me.
I slid down the pit and got stuck in a toxic mess
I wasn't ready to move on
We give up too easily when things get messy
The string that I thought was strong enough to keep me up,
broke into pieces
And all I'm left with is
Just why?
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FRAGILE
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
