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Am I broken?
Stuck in a desolate place.
I can't find my footprints to guide me home.
Its cold here.
I'm drenched in the raw emotion spilling out of my eyes.
I'm finally letting myself feel.
Torn in every direction by my hearts delicate seams.
Surrounded by people pushing pills in front of me.
They only want me to get better.
Does this mean I'm broken?
Crippled in the mind..
why do you read to rewrite
why do you read to rewrite this?? d poem is beautiful as it is... a wonderful read in itself :)
believe me, words that come in the moment are always the best. it may not be the perfect, but hey, nothing is. u may want to rewrite it for perfection, but in my case, after rewriting, it just doesnt feel original or raw.
of course, its ultimately ur poem, so ur call. :) best wishes from me