there's not much left to bleed from me
my pain is an armor everyone sees
my cold black heart lingers on my skin
my empty soul is scarred with tragedies
people say happiness is attainable
but how is it attainable
when pain and agony have been a comfort
for as long as I can remember?
don't spread your lies here
they have no place
happiness is nothing more
than a figment of the imagination
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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...
