There I stood...
Listening to her pain....
Listening to her break...
Hurt.
Shatter.
I was to much of a coward to help....
I regret sending him to help her....
Why did he have to break her even more?
And now ...
I stood....
Holding..
Her...
In..
My...
Arms...
As...
She...
Dies.
YOU ARE READING
BROKEN♡
PoetryThis book is simply me showing you how I feel as I break into pieces. As my heart and mind shatter. As my body aches at the pain others caused. Cause this is how I express how BROKEN I really am.
