I am like a broken mirror,
when you look at me you feel intrigued
but when you touch me,
I will make you bleed.
You will feel your blood dripping down,
You will feel like in your own blood you are being drowned.
When you come up to breathe no one will be there to pull you out.
I am like a broken mirror
I am broken again and again
but i dont make any sound,
I make them fall in love,
whoever has my pieces found.
They see their broken images in me
but there is nothing they can do to fix me all around.
After being in touch with me
they can't fulfill their deep wounds.
I am a broken mirror,
when you see me you feel sorry
rather then knowing my destructive story.
I once was complete, in all my glory.
Now i am giving people badluck
and i am labelled as inflammatory.
I have no choice but to cut you deep
as I am obliged to be predatory.
And when I cut you deep your nights will be stormy.
You will be bleeding pain
and you will know how my praise was stolen from me.
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When people see me, they wish to know me. I am loved by them due to their curiosity. But I can't love them back. Why? because I am so broken, I have sharp edges. I can only hurt them back, I have no choice.
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
