Broken from the inside out Pieces of my heart run through my veins Hurt and disappointment have broken my heart. I try to fit the pieces back together, as they no longer fit. I hide the hurt with a fake smile. Want to scream, as pretending can be so tiring. Sleep is my comfort, when I dream my heart is whole again. I hope my heart will mend someday and I can smile for real.
BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me
A shimmer of light in the darkness of my thoughts, the rare moment that the grey skies clear away and I see my surroundings exactly how I should, these briefs moments serve as a testament for my survival, Bitter and