We were born so strong,
We had no strings.
Will we become,
Fragile, broken things?We live so heroically,
We should have angel wings.
Why are we be becoming,
Fragile, breaking things?We have tried so many times,
But each try, our bodies scream.
Why have we become,
Such fragile, broken things?
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The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.