Broken

November 24, 2008
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Pick up these pieces that fall from my body,
Blood drips fast, save me.
No one loves this abandoned person on the street.
Who would ever feel my pain?
Suffering and demons attack my heart,
Pins are sticking to my not sown, ragged, imperfect self.
Why now? Why me? Why can't I be happy?
I choose to be something I'm not, and I'm scared.
Surrender is the last thing on my mind,
But my insides scream for a Savior.
Porcelain fills my veins, don't shatter me.
Not knowing who I am,
Denying all that is good in this wretched world.
Help.





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xXxFallingTearsxXx said...
Apr. 30, 2009 at 5:04 am
Wow, i really love this poem It is great!
 
:PBUBBLES:P said...
Apr. 24, 2009 at 12:38 am
I love this poem, it's so true and real. Not everyone is happy,which a lot of people don't realize!
 
hayleypm93 said...
Apr. 23, 2009 at 6:40 pm
this was really well written and very from the heart. Hold tight to your Savior and be optimistic in life!! ^_^
 
livelaugh3 said...
Apr. 23, 2009 at 2:59 am
wow that is an amazingly emotional poem. it may be sad but its good! i hope you can use your heart to write many more maeningful poems.
 
MorningStar15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 23, 2009 at 1:13 am
awww wow this is awesome, i think the Lord could do you good he is an amazing being.
 
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