When I look in the mirror,
I'm ashamed of what I see.
How could I let myself become so broken?
Why wouldn't I set myself free?
Though I suppose I felt trapped,
Unable to leave.
As I stare at my own reflection,
I begin to grieve.
For I am not who I once was,
He is clearly long gone.
Now I need to collect the missing pieces,
I need to carry on.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
