Broken.

A poem about being broken.

I thought I had been broken before,
And I would never have to go through with it anymore,
That is until the day I found out,
I had always been in one piece,
I had been trying to glue together nothing,
I had made up so many feelings,
That were never trully my own.
The outter me was destroyed,
My pain and suffering shining through all fake smiles,
I had given up,
Quit,
This horrible excuse for lying.
I had justified it before,
I had reasons,
I had people to protect,
But I was doing more harm than good,
Making myself sick.
Knowing the pain and tears left behind by unwanted losses,
Brings my thought pool to a minimum,
And sticks me in a hole of despair,
These feelings never trully were mine,
I was never broken apart.

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