Broken Glass Poem by loves crushed

Broken Glass



my heart feels like broken glass,
blood shall dip and dropp from the last,
broken heart,
where did it begin?
where did it start?
and I'm wondering why I'm still alive,
with a broke heart,
and a broken life,
glass is shatterd agenst my chest,
i cant even find my breath.

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