I'm so fragile,
One move,
Then I'll break,
Into tiny pieces.
Be careful,
With the things you do,
You might shatter me,
in bits of pieces.
It hurts,
Truly it hurts,
My heart is made out of glass,
Don't break it once more.
I had enough,
I'm tired of fixing myself,
Mending myself up,
Just for you to break.
YOU ARE READING
Experiences
PoetryEvery move we make, Every words we speak, Many things will happen, Bad or good, We learn from these experiences.
