My heart has been broken many times.
My body used in the most abnormal ways without consent
Visible to all were my physical bruises signs of all I’ve loosed,
My emotions and mental state has been mingled with, torn and blown away like debris.
Feeling like a pile of worthless pieces, used and broken, holding no value.
Placed on the back burner, like old trains discontinued.
My broken pieces wrapped in this reality like a twisted triangle
My pain burns like a candle, hoping I will untangle
My pain cannot be forgotten, the traces will never be hidden.
Wanting these pieces mend but this pain has me condemned.
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