I am broken
Broken beyond repair
Pieces
Lost
along this struggle
that is life
Over time
I have master
the illusion
of happiness
confidence
and hope
Eventually
This
patchwork of lies
This
delicate bandage
Rips apart
Pierced
by the sharp
jagged edges
of my past
exposing wounds
deep
neglected
too painful
to touch
they grow
and fester
I shatter
like a mirror thrown
shattered like mirror thrown, good one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment if you so like.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic example of a shattered soul.