Thursday, 26 April 2018

Broken

I am a broken piece. I always was. I always wished for someone to pour affection into the cracks and make it disappear. I would imagine how it would feel like, no not be broken, mended. But everytime the cracks just got deepend. Maybe there is no being whole for me again, beyond repair. I realize that things are wrong inside me completely, it's not just the surface that is cracked. The damage runs deeper. There is no hope for being alright anymore. All I await it the day it all breaks apart completely and disintegrate. I just want to be able to hold on a bit longer. Just a little bit.

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