Some of the Time
(All of the Time)
Sometimes, I feel just a little bit broken
From scars that are hidden
And traumas unspoken
Sometimes, it feels like pieces of me died
They have all been cremated
And buried inside
But most of the time I feel truly alive
And the parts of me living
Will always survive
And most of the times, my eyes do stay dry
Till some of the time
When I ask myself, “Why?”
Why some of the time they thought it was okay
To chew me up, spit me out
Throw me away
Why after the time, it’s always unspoken
And some of the time
I can’t help but feel broken
Amazing what triggers some memories
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