Broken Glass

I want to say what I feel,

I know the wounds won't heal,

I can't do anything ,

But think of being free.

All  I ever wanted was a life,

But I had to sacrifice,

I fought for it,

But still lost it.

Life went on,

Everything was gone,

I needed a break,

I felt so fake.

It broked me itno pieces,

Like a broken glass

Felling messed up at last...

 

 

 

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