You shattered me into a thousand sharp pieces,
And then you blamed me when my rough edges drew your blood.
You pushed me, which cut open your hands even more.
I saw it in your eyes when you realized what you'd done to another person.
But you couldn't bring yourself to accept it.
So you spat poison in my face.
And left me there on the floor.
Shattered.
You still get angry now and again and sneak up behind me to push me back down as I'm beginning to put myself back together.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
