I am a broken soul.
Never had my heart broken,
Always been alone.
I never felt
A devastating pain
Of losing someone
You loved very much.
(Does a dog count?)
Yet still I am a broken soul.
I can't explain how
I can't explain why.
Yet I feel
Like my soul
Is fractured to the core.
It dies more and more
Every day
And keeps me up at night.
I never really had a special someone
And I am terribly afraid of dark.
Yet I feel like my heart is broken
And I just hate the light.
I give everything to others
Till my last piece of soul is gone.
Then maybe I can finally
Rest in the dark, forgotten and alone.
Maybe that's my purpose
To give myself away?
Maybe that's the only way
I can be whole again.
Maybe one has to be broken
To fix others around one.
Maybe people need a broken soul
To feel that they will be alright.
But it doesn't make it easier,
carrying a broken soul
Even if you know that it's your goal
Fixing everyone, alone.
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Hey Unicorns!! What do you think about this one? I wasn't sure if I would publish it because it's really hard to publicly admit that you're a broken soul, you know?
Anyway, if you liked it, please vote and comment and if you don't...well there's nothing I can do if you don't like my confessions.
Love ya all❤
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PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
