She feels broken all the
time,
But never realizes the world
is broken before her eyes.
She’s blinded by the shattered pieces,
The pieces, which hauntingly reflect her soul
A soul that is battered, bruised, and worn
Her heart can’t take anymore.
She thinks she is broken as broken can get,
Filled with regret.
Filled with regret.
But as each shallow breath she takes,
But never realizes the world
is broken before her eyes.
She’s blinded by the shattered pieces,
The pieces, which hauntingly reflect her soul
A soul that is battered, bruised, and worn
Her heart can’t take anymore.
She thinks she is broken as broken can get,
Filled with regret.
Filled with regret.
But as each shallow breath she takes,
She continues to pick herself up each day.
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