Beyond Repair
I'm broken beyond repair,
But no one seems to care.
Because the scars aren't physical,
They are invisible.
The scarring isn't real,
But it may never heal.
For it's engraved on my soul,
Where no one else will know.
I hide it oh so well,
So nobody can tell.
For when I let them see,
They just don't care about me.
And so no one really cares,
That I'm broken past repair.
(A/N) sorry this isn't very good and I couldn't get it to flow smoothly but I just wrote it because I came up with the first lines and was like "hey I should make this a poem" so yeah. Comment and vote please :-)
