Broken

April 29, 2011
By Lindsey Gibson BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
Lindsey Gibson BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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I fall for your type,
Over and over.

Slowly the cracks begin to form

You push me down,
But never pick me up.

I am becoming weaker.

You make me cry,
But never wipe my tears.

I can’t stay pieced together much longer.

I lay there in silence,
Bleeding love.

The pieces begin to fall.

Just end it now.
I am finally broken


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