Fractured
Black. Dark. Heavy
The
Words
Can't
Fall
Out
Sleeping Beauty is what they say
The pretty women with the pricked finger and the endless spell
Fractured is what I see
Fractured Soul. Heart. Mind
Truth be told, there was no spell
Just a girl with a messed up psyche
Depression
That's what I feel
Nothing makes sense
No one can know
There was no spell
Only my depression
That kept me
From
Waking
Up
This poem is about:
Our world