Broken:::...
“Little pieces of me”
I’m broken, crushed.
Spread on the ground.
The pieces; each one of them has a story.
Too many, I don’t know anymore.
Between the particles I can see lights, but I’m just a puzzled human.
Drained by abbreviation of self.
Each piece has a story.
No one knows how to read.
Shaking hands, heavy head.
So many things and yet nothing.
The sun burns, the moon weeps.
I’m just a piece collector.
Different colors and shapes.
My heart the typewriter, waiting, waiting, waiting for myself.
Stand up I scream, but nobody listen, there’s no soul that cares.
How pathetic is this verses.
So damm gray.
Shadows on and on.
The nightmare is a broken mirror.
I am the antagonist.
Screw this, I will need to pick up the pieces.
Each one with a particular pain, a shelf filled with books that never got to be read.
Shameful to see as time passes.
I’m broken, I’m broken.
I am the antagonist.
Why?
Who am I?
Do I have a purpose?
Overthinking is my dinner.
Love became my enemy.
I can’t find the way through those cracks.
It not ok to be just ok, not with all the pieces together.
Don’t mind me, I am just the background of life, the joke.
I’m broken,
Still here I am.
KM:::...
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