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Wretched
Its the feeling that cuts her deep inside,
And her body just sometimes want to die.
When a person is kindly broken
Everyone leaves it as is; unspoken.
The feeling that leaves her hollow,
Giving her pain to hide behind these smiles.
Broken wings aren't meant to fly.
She promised herself she wouldn't cry.
All the hurt; the fear she has,
She prays each night for it to pass
Sometimes she tries to put it away,
Hoping that it wouldn't just stay
It could had been worse, it was just bad.
Yet, it was the worse feeling shes ever had.
The feelings she kept hidden in her mind,
Telling herself that she's fine.
And a trigger like a gunshot pulls it all,
She watched herself as she began to fall.
Wretched nightmares became alive,
Like a vivid dream she'll drive.
Its the feeling that cuts her deep inside,
And her body just sometimes want to die.
When a person is kindly broken
Everyone leaves it as is; unspoken.
"When a person is kindly broken...Everyone leaves it as is; unspoken." That's awesome, Kate. I'm so proud of you. You have a certain intellect involved within your poetry that truly prevails. This is the type of poetry I like to read, and the kind I hope to write. Your poetry royally rocks, my dear.
new_wave_franky
August 4, 2009.