A Collection of Poems

Broken

Pain searing 
Tears falling
Searching for comfort

Most beautiful things are deadly

He looked at the scars
Gently taking them into his hands
Promising that he would help to fix me

I do not need to be fixed

Seasons passed
His kind words turned cruel
he pulled away as i tried to get closer

Soon he was creating scars

'Broken' was a word often on his lips
The promise to be fixed
Became something I needed

I am not broken

Sometimes I am in pain
There is no reason to rub it in
But I have never been broken

I will never be broken

I am trying my best
And my best is enough
Despite what you say

I do not need you