good days are seldom
disassociating is my friend
I feel empty inside
like nothing resides there
does my heart even beat?
or is it just a figment of my imagination?
pain is my companion
anger is reliable
is happiness attainable?
I bleed through these words
but the color is black
if my soul is real...
is it as black as this ink?
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We're All A Little Broken: A Collection of Poems ✅
Poetry𝐛𝐫𝐨·𝐤𝐞𝐧 /ˈbrōkən/ 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 1. having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order 2. (of a person) having given up all hope; despairing 3. having breaks or gaps in continuity 4. having an uneven or rough s...
