She was broken in so many places, it was hard to identify where she hurt the most.
Every part seemed to be clouded with pain.
Who hurt you?, was a question without an answer.
Many cracks left opened, too hard to identify who left the scars.
You could only ponder.
But it hurts, she hurts all over.
Poetry For The Broken
Por savage_tommie
collection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder Más