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Broken
Everything we are is broken,
broken homes, broken spirits, broken bones.
Wings clipped, wrists slit, heart torn open
Bywords spoken in sharp, stabbing searing tones
Everything we are is broken,
broken pacts to broken people.
Every fear, every scar a token
gifted to us by the ones that made us feeble.
Everything we are is broken,
broken homes, broken people, broken lives.
All of us have given up hoping,
because this is a world that no one survives.
broken homes, broken spirits, broken bones.
Wings clipped, wrists slit, heart torn open
Bywords spoken in sharp, stabbing searing tones
Everything we are is broken,
broken pacts to broken people.
Every fear, every scar a token
gifted to us by the ones that made us feeble.
Everything we are is broken,
broken homes, broken people, broken lives.
All of us have given up hoping,
because this is a world that no one survives.
Published 16th Nov 2021
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12th Dec 2021 2:00am
Sometimes it does feel that way. I've got a lot of pain in my heart and I know you do as well. One thing I will say is that broken things can be mended even if it's hard to believe that yourself. I struggle to believe that I will be okay but I have to keep trying. We all do.
12th Dec 2021 9:58am
Trying very hard to mend things, it's hard work but you just got fo keep trying I guess.
