Broken
Broken
Sometimes I feel as if I am broken
Broken beyond what glue can fix
Jagged pieces spread every where
I look Inside my head
Yeah,
I must be broken
My imperfections
becoming something I can’t hide
I am broken,
My fake smiles
becoming more evident everyday
Happiness i can’t reach haunting me
Taunting me through the night
Why am I so broken
Pieces of my pieces shatt...
Friday 15th May 2020 5:55 am
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