Broken Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Broken
My life is nothing near grate.
Nothing near a bliss.
To you I'm happy.
And you think my life is grate.
But honestly you have no idea.
Becuase I'm breaking inside.
And my hart is almost about to break.
But inside I'm already broken.
Becuase stolen was my token.
My life and hart is broke.
I fear it can't be mended.
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4/18/2024 10:51:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i know this feeling all to well. I think you have a really good talent for writing. hope you feel better