Already broken
Already dead
With dreams all killed
Hopes all gone
Praying every night
For a beam of Kryptonite
To get back her dreams
To get back her hopes
She lives for her loved ones
And dies for her own
With rain as her soul
And moon as her body
She writes her stories
With tears and terrifying memories
Gives her heart to be crumbled by people
And yet smile like a sunshine
And laughs at her own life .
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PoetryWhen you feel on one understands you and you are someone you don't know - you write. And when you write, you realise how relatable you are to a number of people. ❤️ Searching of something relatable? Just read and let the words tell you, you ain't al...
