Poetry Collection

A Shattered Heart Tells A Tale

"I'm sorry" ... were the words I always wanted to say,

Ever since that May afternoon, when our bond was shunned away.

Months after, you'd look at me and I'd look back,

Smiles exchanged, though chatter lacked.

I would cry myself to sleep, ever blaming myself.

"What have I done wrong?" I'd ask her,

"You're sick, fat, lame and fugly. Who would ever love you?"

The girl in the mirror would reply.

Things became worse when he pushed me away.

Lonely thoughts filled my mind.

Emptiness and sorrow engulfed my heart.

Suicide was just a thought away.

But I couldn't do it.

The knife poked my bare skin,

Trembling, I pulled it away.

No, suicide wasn't the answer. It never is.

"I survived," speaking to the girl in the mirror.

Friendship regained, love lost abolished.

Though I am cursed to be forever alone,

There are always awesome people to back me up.

So come forth, for you are never alone.

Whether you think the world despises you,

Or you don't belong.

For whenever there is a shattered heart,

Time will slowly patch it up.