mission-broken heart healing
I'm a victim,of myself.
And him.
He broke me,
and I've torn the rest apart,
Pick up the pieces and glue them back together.
Maybe I could be alive again,
even learn to trust?
Maybe I could go a whole day,
without crying or trying to kill,
myself or others.
Maybe I could get rid of,
the selfdestructiv path.
I could learn to accept,
who I am as me.
Maybe I could get back,
join the rest of the world.
I don't expect anything forever,
just someone to trust.
Someone right now,
who's still there tomorrow.
Someone real and true,
someone, not as far from you.
Poetry by Polly
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Written on 2007-09-08 at 00:35
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